Mingling and Imagination, a poem

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Say "Hello" to the waves that explode upon the shore
and to the leaves that rot

Write odes about tending to things that do not matter
although they do matter
as all things matter
as much as any drop of water matters
and no more

Greet at your opened wide door
the stranger bearing nothing
but a moment

Welcome the scratch of burnt toast,
made whole again by the scrape of a butter knife,
redeemed

Honor the old woman who speaks to dandelion
who touches all weeds with reverence
who tends poison ivy as softly as the petals of poppies bend in the wind

Let your heart be powered by the sudden flight of a flock of crows
and plant milkweed in mud

Mingle our waters

Grow love

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This is my entry to @felixgarciap's Lyric Poetry Contest. The prompt for this edition is illusion. All things are illusion. Imagine what you want to be.

While you are at this one, come on over to my little poetry contest. The prize is yet to be determined, your entry will be much appreciated, and you've got two more days.