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Nov 2020
The hydrangeas look tired
In the well kempt yards
They look thirsty, gasping
Like they can't breathe
They remind me of old friends
They remind me of me

It makes me sad
That I get used to the smell
Of the dirt, the cold Earth
And the flowers and trees
And even the sea.
They all smell like nothing eventually.

I can hear the stream
Way down in the gorge
I can hear the leaves falling
Soft and slow
From the canopy
To the gentle valley below

Most birds don't sing
So sweet and so kind
They chitter hysterically
Sharply, calling out
For some sort of lifeline
Maybe just each other

I wish the Earth could embrace me
I do what I can to accept the gracious
Reassurance of its magnetic energy
Taking solace in the knowledge
That eventually the ground will envelop me
And I'll dissolve; Raindrop to the sea.
Maya
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Maya  18/Genderqueer/California
(18/Genderqueer/California)   
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