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Gentle Forces

10 May, 2012. Boulder, Colorado

Seeds wash into cracks and faults,
sprouting tentacles that grip the earth,
and sending shoots to follow the sun.
As a young sprout once myself,
I laid out to extend my arms and legs
from a rushing merry-go-round
unaware of the gentle forces
pulling us apart.