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2022-05-27T09:21:30-07:00March 9th, 2012|Musings on life|

All grown up (or perhaps not)

The carrots hide
inside seeds,
waiting to make their nest
in the earth.

I am reminded
of the alphabet,
another magic trick,
twenty-six squiggles,
such scrawny tools
for building
whole worlds.

And me,
all grown up,
or perhaps not.

Why should I be?

I am at the beginning of so many things.
I am full with ideas.
I am that burning smell of rain
before the storm,
a promise of something big
yet to come.

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