awake
(wretched early)
i watch
plants diffuse in
early morning rain...
not even Carl
Linnaeus could define
the leaves growing
in my soul
at this particular moment.
how long must some thing
bloom
before some body
sees it?
i am waiting,
just watching furls unfold.
i wait for trees to
know my name
so we can talk for
hours in our mornings
all alone:
just so, as i told the swede,
i can feel some one knows
that i exist.
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