Elders wanted her there
To kick around and criticize
In the guise of ensuring security.
Townspeople needed someone to fear
And cast their dispersions hatefully upon
That they could continue feeling righteous.
Tbe seasons welcomed and embraced her,
Coaxing her cells to bend and flow as the trees
Inevitably do to gravity as limbs reach for the sky.
Earth beckoned her to lay among moldering leaves
Releasing their sweet memories as she raked gatherings,
Beckoning life’s purpose to yield nourishment by becoming soil.
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