the more we fill the space we inhabit
without shame or malice
the more we cast blooms
when once spent
nourish us all.
the more we feed on the shared
sun, water, and soil,
the more we synchronize with those around us.
the more that happens
the deeper our roots grow
and we come to know we are no
better than the sickly rosebush nearby
but we are perhaps more fortunate
in this particular season.
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