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.