Self, Take Two

She came from borrowed horses,
racing, clinging bareback,
laughing, flying.

She grew into a garden
of fragrant rosemary,
mint and thyme.
She pruned wayward branches,
harvested heavy apples,
blushed red, honey sweet.

She rested in the shade
of oak, pine and piñon;
she wrote silken strands of water
falling from streams.

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