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The Weeds
My life has been a series of losses Like the loss of water from a cove at low tide That leaves behind certain things on the flat That couldn’t be seen under the water
~A rock path to an island ~A sand route to a beach
And when the tide comes in, I always notice How the seaweeds lift and sway
My life has shown me mostly how to watch things How to marvel at weeds At the way they grow anywhere At how they heal you And how they taste good
