Repotted
Pulled from the ceramic case
Narled roots all intertwined
Old habits needing breaking for new growth
A baptism of new water to wash
the soil That clings like memories
Wasted terroir no longer of service
To the blooms needed
The blooms to come
New pot
Cozy but still nice
Home to loam
Soft like memory foam
Imprints of intimate nights and long conversations
Snipped away the brown
The dead and dying limbs
That no longer served a new purpose
A life anew
And the sun shining still
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I really enjoyed the baptism line, that was nice!