What I Speak Comes from Two Strong Legs Rooted

What I speak comes from two strong legs rooted

Not my voicebox.

I stand in thick imperfection.

Here I know my words fall

As red-dotted leaves diseased

From the butterfly bush.

Summer ages, my words break down,

I feed future friends:

Monarchs sipping purple wine.

This post is part of Five Minute Friday. We write for five minutes with one-word inspiration. Today our word was SPEAK.

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August 18, 2017