how soft,
my grandfather's cheek
he shows me
the little swans inside
every columbine
I sift seeds
between my fingers
scattering them
like prayers offered
to the sun and rain
moon-pennies
set the dark alight
I leave a trail
of petals for you
to spend come morning
welcome
to my garden oasis
every blossom
was once a sorrow buried
deep inside the earth
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