You Plant

You plant bland
Folded blond petals
just shy of poising 
sunward I would
 
tip the can 
by hand tilt 
sprinklets into 
land beside you
 
Holy softness of
the newly planted
ground untainted 
beneath now branch
 
after branch and leaves 
gentling down until
at rest protective
and awaiting redolence

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