Once upon a time, I misidentified and

sowed into an entity
of another name
maybe we’ll call her the migrant stranger
or
the “dreamer”

the one
who labels
and partitions
she toils
in dusty clay
a sluggish and
sleepy pasture
the tares flourishing
all the while

easily damaged
by a stiff breeze
or errant plow
not known for stability or maturity
the remains imploring to be
fertilized
reconstructed

till the soil
near the iron ore
chain link!
now there’s a sturdy
framework
from which to hang
your worry
anger
and cowardice

But I live and reap in the field
of both weed and wheat

truth and pestilence

all is coming
without expectation of harvest

Love elephant and want to go steady?

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Editor Apprentice: Alicia Wozniak / Editor: Catherine Monkman

Photos: Kindra Nickole/flickr