Growing
Backwards
Into
The
Ground
It's what it feels like I might be fated to do
If I was a flower
A Daisy
Immune to drought and pest and errant boot
Yet
Dazzlingly unable
To understand
The age old cues
Trickling down to it
From time immemorial
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