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Monday, June 13, 2022

From the air it’ll loom,

We prayed for this bloom,

It’s not done we assume,

We’ll still prey toward its roots,

Like bamboo when it shoots,

Through year five, like damn—shoot,

Needing more room for what grew,

That’s what prayer will do,

Give more than you’ve moved,

Through visions you’ve pruned,

And days that were gloomed,

Now sweep, get the broom,

…away days you were doomed,

You’ve arrived, surprise,

Brightened eyes,

Sunshine,

-Budd