By Ashley Niedzwiecki
I come from the wheat field,
lain flat beneath my not-yet-developed form,
where the only thing stopping me
from joining the wispy remnants of elephants
drifting lazily above me
was my firm grip on the grains
that made my resting place.
A view uninterrupted
by anything earthly
invited me to fall
into the atmosphere
and become nothing more
than a wispy remnant of myself.
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