Thursday, May 25, 2017



I have fallen
from the plant,
an entity detached,
no longer part
of that whole.

Yet, I am still
myself--a little faded
but needle sharp.

I lie in dirt
made of bits
worn from the rocks.
We are pieces
put together to
make a new puzzle.

The prompt for this was pieces.


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