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Lilies and selloum,
anthuriums, snake plants
and wood sorrels,
pink bougainvilleas and crotons
greet me every morning,
they keep green poetry alive and
in motion, as sighs of joy awaken
and nourish the brightly verdant.

i walk the few steps to the small
front garden...every breath taken
reminds me of
precious oxygen they give,
we breath out carbon dioxide,
they gladly accept...

i keep wondering,
"where, when, and how
did these mutualistic symbiotic
relationships come about?"
we would not...cannot survive
without them.

someone's, or something's refuse,
could be another's lifeline, or treasure,
no one...nothing...stays an island...


Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 23, 2020

pick me up and cater to my swollen lungs.
kiss my scraped knees, and hold my shaky hands.
make me yours and heal my heart so i can heal yours.

It's like a hole. Where my feelings are supposed to be.
It's not like I don't feel, I do feel certain things.
But it's a brief passing of an emotion.
When I'm happy, it's only for a moment.
Yet when I'm sad, it hits hard and heavy
It's like a hole.
But I feel that hole
All the time