city lights
caught the butterfly
green shoots come
push past the many
broken glass knows
what reflections invert
back to earth
your mother crying
for this
forest scent
before rain
that pause of leaf
of sky
almost touching
the insatiable reach
across
dew laden ferns
polished stone
and the day
comes
gently
takes you in.
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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