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it is natural
Alyssa Stadtlander
it is natural, the changing
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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
