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Botany is a science after all,
and my careful schoolgirl drawings
of pistil, sepal, stamen,
were full of right-brain love,
not evidence of scientific literacy.

It was the place in La Mesa,
southern California for me;
the swing outside the cozy
house, the orange trees I’d
see out my back window,
the two black sable dogs I’d
feed. My best friend’s children,
each face a sunflower, flushed
in the afterglow.

I hear you speak but I cannot see you
how do I find you in this darkness?

I would fold you up in my heart
to save you from this

I want to be the greenness of the leaf
opening myself to wind

If this were a true
autobiography of my brain,
those lines would be sketchy or faded