the need to weed

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Natubico

Life's changes continue to unfold 

without reference to the desires of my heart. 

Plans feel mired

 unkempt. 

I suppose i could weed a bit, 

but i like the feel of the grasses

 high up on my thigh as i wade through them--

just a bit of sun behind them.

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Audrey Howitt 2014