FRAGILE AND COMMON

  If you didn’t kneel down

  you might not see me,

  just another living, breathing

  being trying to grow

  towards the sun.

  I perch in the thick of

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  green things, fragile

  and common as

  dandelions.

  I hide my face in

  purple hands when

  you get too close,

  stutter and write my

  words in the safe

  of my mind.

  Keep one hand in

  the dirt with me—

  I am living it all

  one breath at a time.