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For Donna Wise Coombs
*Why Death?*
You are asking the wrong question. Pay attention: stay amazed.
For example, spring: you say it is renewal
but it is actually science fiction, an uncanny valley,
the closest the botanical comes to flesh.
Look: the buds pop out of acid-yellow and poison-green stems,
fake-looking, false; and then pass for fur, kittens, rabbits.
Feel the skin on the pale leaves that sprout, this morning,
soft and curiously warm as a palm.
Note that the air is no temperature: that breeze is breath.
Put your ear to the ground and shiver at the stones' shuddering pulses.
Trace the skein back. Enumerate, detail.
Attend within. This, is It.
~Luna Luna, October 2018
