a little water, a little mercy: you will learn
there is no wrong way to love a plant.

soon, every sprout recognizes your touch.
leaves swell, pinking blooms blush, rise

like fireworks in your palm. you will name
every blossom and they will name you:

a murmur of sunlight, a rustle deep within
roots of primordial paradise,

in a language lost, known only to you
and the descendants of trees.

 

 

SARAH RODRIGUEZ

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