and as i watch
the fragile skins
of carrots
peeled
until they feel
naked and tender
in my palms,
i remember
all that it takes,
to quietly
take my place,
in this family
of things
lost and found.
the fragile skins
of carrots
peeled
until they feel
naked and tender
in my palms,
i remember
all that it takes,
to quietly
take my place,
in this family
of things
lost and found.
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