Kelly DuMar

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#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Chelone glabra (white turtlehead)

 

Am I a native plant too, raised in these woods

if my parents moved me here

at three months old

 

Under dry sticks green leaves sharp brambles

turtlehead grows, I step past, quickly return

she notices, whispers my name

bend and belong to rocky narrows.

 

One September at four I started school indoors

in a classroom I crouched, hid to be invisible

from the terror of crowding expectations. 

I have never learned to be ablaze in crowds. 

I bloom where you step quiet, look twice

bend your head toward mine

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