FRAGILE AND COMMON


    If you didn’t kneel down


    you might not see me,


    just another living, breathing


    being trying to grow


    towards the sun.


    I perch in the thick of


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    green things, fragile


    and common as


    dandelions.


    I hide my face in


    purple hands when


    you get too close,


    stutter and write my


    words in the safe


    of my mind.


    Keep one hand in


    the dirt with me—


    I am living it all


    one breath at a time.