Poem 108 – Wild Violet

Wild Violet

half out of her body
her soul a flamenco skirt
flaring flapping in the tight
grip of Just Get This Done

these things to do
can be infinite or she
can do a little at a time
half in the moment half
in the heel crack of nomadic
beats on the dance floor
of This Day

she’s a dancer
this we know
but she is also
viola papilionacea
heart-shaped leaves
waxy & heavy-rooted
difficult to control &
aggressive in her growth

even when she’s only half in bloom

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