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rootbound

 

once

there was a moment

in a strange house

on a desert night

honeysuckle

out the window

tile, smooth and cool

beneath her toes

 

this is it

she thought

here...now

 

she was always standing there

will always be standing there

rooted

fastened

to the white hot

center of the earth

to the beginning

and the end of time

 

but someday

on another world

or in a dream

she will breathe in

the dry sweet air

snap the root

take a step

and take a chance