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Still Here

Kai Moreno

Acrostic · Fear · Hope

Some mornings the only true thing I can sayTime did not, in the end, take everything.I am still the one who noticed the plum treeLeaf out again in the yard I almost left.Look — it did not ask permission to keep going.How strange, to envy a tree its stubbornness.Even so. Even flattened. Even this tired,Root of me holding, green of me insisting,Every shut thing in me opening anyway.

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