Wilted until doused with water
absorbing quickly into your soil.
Your stem grows Crooked
in awkward slant
damaged from a fall, from birth or replanting.
Yet still tall,
taller than neighbors
huddled in their sameness,
blossoms competing for the sun’s affection.
Yet you
with crooked roots soaring higher and higher each day,
not just to garner a kiss from the light
but to capture it
in all its splendor.
— Nikole Rodriguez-Wilson
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