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10 years later
my goals are the same
unrealized
from the moment the sun
opened my eyes today,
from the lavender honey we bought at the farmers market,
to the cat cafe,
to the homemade crab rangoon,
and a collection of plants in pots with faces and music
that i adore
and i can’t count how many times i said
“wow, you guys are my friends. that’s the best.”
but i do know that twice i said,
and completely meant,
“this is the best birthday
i’ve ever had.”
I am the poet
who no longer begs for words –
Earth’s pain speaks volumes.
