Homing Sister

Sister, the wildflowers have grown tall in what once were ruts

tracing our roots back to our Goddess time bleeding

a dog path racing our boots back to the first greeting

Surprised at the ease of our friendship, I noticed

The wild grass has grown tall in what once bore dust

Weaving our roots together intimately intriguing

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