regenerative

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regenerative

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i’ve walked across this field many times

since i was a child;

each time different than the last.

i can feel the difference in the grass—

once green and lush,

those memories;

i held on to so much.

over time,

the field dried up;

but i kept walking

until the grass turned to trampled hay

beneath my feet.

just me and the sound of

crisp death, with each step.

i paced in circles

again and again;

my memories—

turned to sun-bleached ochre

brittle wisps—

were packed into the soil

and mixed.

everything old

finally lost.

i walked

in memoriam,

over crumbling straw,

until it dried me out to think about.

until it occurred to me

to plant new seeds

and water the field.

and just like that

the grass grew back;

all green, soft, and lush,

just like i’d remembered.

and just like that—

i had no desire

to walk across the field

anymore.

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