LANDAY FOR AUGUST

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In the garden’s stillness,
my parents each whisper of forgiveness,
My roots forgotten there are memories I’d plant in a poison pot

The sunflower stands tall,
waiting for its moment to bloom,
like hopes held in smoke and paint-stained hands.

Amidst the weeds, I pull,
each tug a release, a letting go,
while seasons shift and faded flowers get eaten by grief’s growth.

Pumpkin seeds nestled in in cleared soil,
a guesswork of harvest,
As autumn begins to breathe its chill.

Life’s cycles entwine,
beauty in decay, in new beginnings,
Hard endings in sight, our love blooms better in the silence.

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