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Kind Thoughts

All my girls grew up to be weeds.
There’s the tall one strolling through grass,

she skirts the trees and flirts with sun.
And the one who never leaves the yard,

she studies the bees with her sharp blue eyes.
And the one named rose —they tried to offer her bouquets.

She roams along the seashore and the forest’s edge,
spending her petals on the chance to be enough.

Kind Thoughts originally appeared in Letters to the World (Red Hen Press, 2008)

Baby Heart Song Confession, poem and essay