Xiaoly Li
CLOVER
Your roots tangle in my green expanse like neural networks.
My hand pulling can’t curb your crazy growth.
You rebound fast. Ever fresh and formidable.
In the open cold, I roam my rolling land.
Amongst withering grass, verdant bursts strike
me like a seal vaulting from the sea.
Clusters of three, a flush floods my eyes. Your trinity
softens my hardened heart, slakes my winter thirst.
As dusk descends, a rabbit nips, trimming your fronds.
Under the starry sky, three deer graze, pruning your leaves.
Boldly you've staked your claim in my landscape,
just as my hidden desires weave through my neural labyrinth.
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