Ready-Lines, by Radiance Angelina Petro

Radiance Angelina Petro


Sometimes, silent or singing, we fall inside
to so many realizations of the beautiful.
Our spirits grow, like roots—more horizontal
than vertical.

The deliberate plans for tomorrow,
your voice finding tones in the air.

Sunlight pulls flower-petals into shape, like
a child playing with beeswax,
the moon makes sure roots have water,
worms have their own work to do.

Remember, after you fall inside go back out,
invite others into your life, and hope
they invite you into theirs.

The tailor has already chalked blue ready-lines
in the fabric of your life, now you
make the dress best-fitted to dance.






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