Love
by Harvest McCampbell
I will become
that living soil
beloved flesh
of earth
bury me
where worms feed
scatter seed
i will take new form
in the deep embrace
of roots
grieve a moment
if you must
but then rejoice
we are all just
a part of this
one life
revel in golden light
sun warmed earth
the fragrance of flowers
pollen's mysterious delight
inhale these dear
molecules
these tender things
that my soul
and substance
have become
inhale and
i will be with you
always
together at last
molecules mingling
we will become perfection
that living soil
that beloved
flesh of earth
until then
you will find me
in the garden
precious seeds
near to hand
volume 11(4)
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