coincidental circumstance

I rise

A lotus flower

birthed from

A pond that I visited  last june.

Birthed from crumbs

And damp dirt

That left me

Clean.

Can you imagine?

My wings

wave back and fourth.

Dirt and clean.

Time comes,

Spring passes

Aside  eloquent births.

Dirt and clean

Dirt and clean. 

Expression moving with season.

Dirt and Clean

I may be beautiful.

–Cam Ie

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