Whirl within a Girl within a Whirl

Flowers seem to blossom
one from another

the border of another’s petals
a blur, that enclosing wall

open to continuity like
the eggs of my daughters

magically there, born
in their ovaries when they were

still inside me, barely formed,
as I cupped them within my mom,

wave within a wave, seed in seed,
life in life.

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