GROWTH

I’ve sewn dead seed
ignorantly
and yearned for productive fields for so long that
even the presence of weeds has become
a comforting sight.

Realistically
we’ve all gotta find a rut
to be content
to sink into
or we’re going to shake our axles to pieces
going down roads
we never should have been traveling
in the first place.

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