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Wait Until It Grows Roots

^{for Alex T.}

a golden shovel after a line in ‘Gitanjali 73’ by Tagore

The plant trimming requires no
less than its water to be changed weekly. I
ask my friend who gifted it to me: when will
I be able to transfer it into soil? She has never
told me anything but the truth. I don’t shut
the window blinds now; my Plant-Friend loves the
sun too much. I’ve been leaving the doors
open too; the spirits flit more freely now. Yes, of
course I’m afraid of death, but no less so my
own life. A friend can bring you back to sweeter senses.

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The impact of a dollar upon the heart	Stephen Crane	10/15/2011
After tagging the dust your body is made of	Jen Tynes	10/14/2011
At the Equinox	Arthur Sze	10/13/2011
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Title

Author

Date

The Bus through Jonesboro, Arkansas

Matthew Henriksen

10/21/2011