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I reach for the stem, afraid to ask—can it exist?

Small parachutes of silver, begging with tears—promise me it’s going to be okay.

Cheeks full of air, a smile in the shadows, I release you in a whoosh, little seeds everywhere.

I grab the next one—To letting go!

And lie on my back.

The sun chars; I cry, I scream, I beg, I’m burning, “what do you want?!”

A hand reaches down, I’m a pile of ash, sprinkled over lawns and lakes. Dark clouds and wet asphalt, wind blows me around the world and around once more.

My hands! I pat my body, my face, my eyes—I’m breathing!

Seated in a bed of roses, dahlias, cosmos, and sunflowers.