A Lone Plant|Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Purity

we gather in a small room
brace ourselves for the hell
that has threatened us for hours —
the moon lent its light to
our temporary deaths

we are no longer creeps
in sheep's clothing, the devil in us
undresses before nightfall and we
unveil our true selves

one leaf pushes its way into view
clenches the roots of our souls
and wiggles itself free
we spend the last hour rubbernecking

offering to catch its beauty
before the moon gives way to dawn
old dirt bends beneath new soil
frightened by the sun

a pure presentation of growth
caterpillars its way into our hearts
and we watch it phase out of sight
our brief introduction to life ends

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