begin like the gravel
ripped from the stream bed
coarse and shining like a new galaxy
strewn on the hard pack and through the grass
trapped in asphalt for eons
or until next winter’s potholes
man believe me when i tell you
there is no way back to that home
retrace your steps
to the water
even to the garden if you must
but you can never be happy there
where you were cast out
will always remember you
under the surface the land
is bulging trauma
until it rips through
and gulps down your heart’s blood
pull it out and plant that seed
eat of the fruit of the tree it grows
this is your destiny
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