This loneliness is proof
that I can’t be allelopathic,
can’t live producing patterns
that keep others at bay
Let me be tangled with vines
Let violets grow around my feet,
Let many eager plants all grow together
and let me be one of them
fitting my growth
to share the sun with many.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2014
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