Cultured
rain, I pray
will bring bountiful your harvest
may it wash
(most) the grit that
could not cry away
leave you shining, new,
birthed and caught by your own two hands
reach inside through fallow & fold
blackberries
honeysuckle
volunteer tomatoes
poke &
dandelion fluff
& deep
there it is
that sharp seed of glass, polished pearlescent transformed
by fire & flood & torrential time
& pluck
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You possess pluck in your work, for sure…