she walks with flower

blossoms in her hair.


the wind put them there.


she follows a long line of

seeds trying to be trees.


she talks to the dogwood

opening its thousand little


mouths in front of her

house. she finally under-


stands what some one is


saying: look at me, talk to me, stop

what you are doing and see me;


go out of your way to go out of your

yard; there are more of us out there—


diverse kin across africa, iceland,

the rainforest, grand canyon.


dive in: nurture us, make room for us,

build your homes around us, and


we will do the same for you.


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