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Harvesting
Linda McCauley Freeman
 
 
I kneel in benediction, 
hold a million tiny seeds in my palm, 
press them into words on a page, 
nourish them with hope
and anticipation. 
 
Can something come from this? 
 
All summer I urge the small shoots forward, 
pluck what should not be there. Some days 
I wake to see the withered, wormed and rotted. 
Other days reveal infinite abundance.
 
At harvest, I gather my work in my arms, share
the bounty with the world. Compost what remains.
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