June Poem/ Justice

Justice / June 2020 
Buds and Blooms,  I hear you
         cracking through the Earth and mud. 
Yelling out my name 
to slow down, like you,
           gives me shame. 
I rush to incubate, but it’s always too late 
Now, I discriminate
on the choices I make. 
Decision is to Cut Off and Cut Through, 
               a simpler Be, Do. 

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