potted together

potted together…

she flourished in the movement,

swayed to the music of sign language,

and danced to the beat of an angel of expression.

where have you been all my life?

yet again, they call it Satanic imitations,

bleeding heart red in narratives limitations.

potted together,

she used her hands to communicate

long before she could speak.

all done, all done. more. more. more,

tips of her fingers touching mid-air,

fat baby hands, ink-stained 

star on the mound of Apollo. 

potted together…

she slid her gloves onto her slender fingers.

dug the shovel into the dirt,

and turned it over and over. 

she spoke the language of flowers.

plants and friendships converge and linger.

bonding as they reached through the sands

of time, they held each other's hands

potted together…

fair twins of the three sisters,

your thoughts are more powerful than you think.

some have potted plants in front of their places,

idle lips are the mouthpiece contrary to disturbed faces. 

circle mountains down to oceans,

where Grandmother Rock balances

on golden silence. remain planted.

barefoot prints of a left-handed hummingbird

sacrifice the perfect feather.

love is an offering potted together.