a poem by Astrid Ferguson

Mother

Summon your trees

Tell them... we’ve lost our roots

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Mother

Beckon your flowers

Tell them... our stems have split blooms

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Mother

Bow the wind

Tell him... we have swayed in beset gloom

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Mother

Invite the sky

Tell her... our clouds have turned into puddles of revenge doom

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Mother

Whisper to the sun

Tell her... we have dimmed her light with our burned tongues

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Mother

Stencil the rain

Tell it... we’ve grown in a fruitful desert where cactus no longer needs watering to spear more hate

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Mother... mother... mother

I send you my apology because the buildings of power continue to race over your reign

-Mother Nature we have forgotten our seeds need your earth just as we have grown accustomed to still birth

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