Sina’s garden
You imagined your
Reborn mother at 2
Making mud pies
The love of eyes
That imagined her
Not in the life she
Lived with you
Fresh starts always
Include mud pies
And bloody knees
An early unawareness
Of our being
Before the mysteries
Start / you were
Sheltered by dakinis
Until the end
Did they go
On strike or leave
On holy vacations
Vacate meaning to
Empty out like
Tourists on their own
Time / though emptiness
Isn’t quite it
Except as spirit-
Mulch / tendrils
Of new growth
Peeping out / a child’s
Eye glistening curious
As a dahlia
Blossom and you
Tending your mother’s
Garden / reborn in
A place I don’t
See on any map
Though my heart’s GPS
Sends occasional pings
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