ode to a cutting

fragile green

supported and hoisted towards the heavens

by a small wooden piece.

the image of both resilience

and exhaustion

life starts to drain out the edges

strength wilting towards the earth as if

it knows it is final resting ground.

If I could see your soul

I’m sure it would be kind.

little cutting fighting to survive-

You are an inspiration.

Somehow I just know

both of us will

make it.

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