Hands Full

she’s had that seed all along, you know.
cupped between her hands,
day after day, year after year.
not a hinderance.
precious cargo.
 
i caught a glimpse of it, once or twice.
it glowed.
a white-hot ember!
 
it warmed her face when she peered down at it.
it warmed my face from afar.
 
she’s always had it, that seed.
her hands full.
she’s been waiting for the right time to plant it.
 
and that time, is now.
 

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