IT IS NATURAL Alyssa Stadtlander it is natural, the changing the seed, deeply planted in the earthy darkness the caterpillar, cliché and honest in her shadowy conines the raindrop tears itself from the rest and embraces the fall my yet-again wobbly-legged heart in the stable, birthed the angels in the wind celebrate the newness of the birds in the nest, stretching that slippery, fragile apparatus attached to their back I hear the noise outside and, knees buckling, grow my way through it the seed back in the soil of my body no more, no more
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