I have to wring out the light.
The fact that this love will one day leave me empty is not enough to stop me from speaking soft words into the rough bark of trees. Weekends will still find me bent over the lighted glass sorting seeds the size of pepper grains, my hands transformed into spring grass in a long forgotten field, swaying and dipping, beholden to nothing, certainly not the face of a ticking clock. Some evenings, long after the watering and weeding have been done, I will wrap myself in silence and watch the stars above my crumbling adobe house and it will feel like the very definition of abundance.
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