America: You are not in costume

today. You are land underneath city, and I am here, listening.

 

You tell me that today, I belong here.

You tell me that if I allow for it, I can grow my life from bits of light

found here.

 

You tell me that if I allow for it, I can grow

a garden and choose each flower, each plant.

 

I say yes.

And then I am quiet. I walk. I listen.

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