Imperfect Green

I stretch
outside
feet soft
on grass
roots grow
deeper.

My fingers,
leaves in
blue sky.

I am imperfect

my thoughts
don’t make sense
my heart
rebels sometimes

I don’t know
how to
love
perfectly
breathe
perfectly.

All the blades
of green life
beneath my feet
are different –

in none is there
symmetry.

I am green,
growing
and my roots
are deep
in this nourishing
earth.

I love
I love
I love

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