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| Cellarway |
Faith in the cycle of lives
faith in the seasons
natives sprung up on their own
volunteers heavy with seed after rain
bowing in the cellarway
dear weeds with the rest of us
sliding toward fall
hot breath of the past soon to cool
tickseed sunflowers
soon to rise again here
come spring
with or without us
faith in the cycle of things
ever faith in the earth
ever in us
soon to bloom.
