That familiar place
the one you stepped on a thousand times
sowed your dreams
watched them grow
turn dry and brown
wither away
you watered their corpses with hope
that they will firm up
take root
and thrive.
But there are other plots
other cracks
other lush trees
They may not have sprung from you
but you can climb to their peaks
dive in their depths
swing from their branches
dance with their leafy jewels
and feed their roots with your worn ambition.
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