alfie lee writing

a thought

maybe i am too
stuck in my ways
maybe every
thing must change.

will it come back
to what it was after
turning its back
from what it is?

that changes, leaves,
that branches, stems,
that plants those roots,
that seeds across

the scavenged floor
and scats in spite
of chance would have
it break with light.



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