• September •

by now you know
you will find me
where the wildest
flowers grow
for I planted myself
far from any
that might choose me

it is beautiful here most days
and yet I am withering
even surrounded
by all this beauty
set out in fields of solitary
intentionally alone

and it has been so long
since I have
felt the touch of anything
even accidentally
except the wind momentarily
brushing me between
it’s sympathetic fingers

and the sun still shines
high in the sky
and still warm water falls
from the clouds
but all around me
a drought has come
and I fear
it will inevitably take me

I will become
dust
weakened and weary
and eventually
disappearing
in summer’s ending

so now I beg
I plead
let someone
who knows
how wildflowers grow
pick me

the blood
& the bones

#thebloodandthebones #wildflower