It telepathically
connects.
It levitates.
Each one has
their own encounter
rising from the ashes.  
This isn’t meant to be
laid to rest,
somewhere
in the earth,
with a stone.
Keep it
as a diary
in your bedroom drawer.
Water it
as a blooming flower.
Air it out
once a day.
Take it
for a walk.
Sit with it.
Prune it,
if it’s overgrown.
Tend to it;
it will attend to you.
Pass it on;
it will live forever
in hearts
who endeavor
its genius.