Lavender

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The morning welcomes you with its crisp light air.

The day is young and the night so distant.

It is the start of a new season.

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Your bare feet feel at awe with each bead of dirt beneath.

They crave more as you linger away from your start.

The dense fog now clouds your reason.

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What to do now?  There is so much to lure you.

Pine, tall grass, last night’s rain, and new buds just blooming.

You pick out the loveliest to pull you away.

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Step by step, the path narrows and straightens.

The sounds soften as the aroma of the forest is forgotten.

You stop and remember this is your day.

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Just ahead, growing is lavender and so much of it.

At first, they all blend and become one, appearing to all be the same.

But then there’s that one.  The one with the most beauty

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You continue toward it, your steps swift and careful.

You reach for it, stretching surpass what you ever imagined.

With the lavender in hand, protecting it is now your duty.

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About Tatiana Figueroa Ramirez

Born in Puerto Rico and raised in the mainland United States, I graduated with a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Maryland, Baltimore County (UMBC) and am a 2016 VONA Voices Alumna. I currently perform spoken-word in the greater Washington D.C. area and have previously performed in Philadelphia, Miami, and the Dominican Republic. Most recently, I have been published in Public Pool, Spillwords, and The Acentos Review, and Here Comes Everyone: East & West Issue.

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