I Want to Be the Opposite of Breathless

to have my feet grounded

Like a potato farmer

My hands busy

Even if my concentration wanders

and I pick flowers instead

I want to walk between rows of potatoes

Humming a sturdy song

steps sinking into the earth

I want to be a potato farmer

hill up my plants while I hum

Take deep breaths and walk on

I want to be the opposite of helpless



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