Above the Soil

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We bloomed in clusters above the soil,

then bounded in branches

and stretched towards sunlight.

Weather eroded us,

but here we are, in harvest,

producing so much and nothing

shedding and repeating

blooming and busting open

life spills onto the lawn

and we hope that too much fruit

could be plentiful this time around

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