bloom till it hurts
stretch till your fingers pass the tree tops
when other vegetation becomes jealous
leave the mowers running hard at your feet
leave the labels for canned goods
cause I'm a living breathing thing
don't make an assessment till you see me
preserved and waiting on your shelf
maybe some day, a garden won't seem so threatening
and when you're plants are leaning hard towards the sun
your first thought won't be regrow for failure
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