Tobacco & Cotton (Brave Every Day)
The tobacco stalks are stripped bare. The yellowed leaves removed. From the bottom up. Until the once full plants stand exposed.
Only feet away cotton balls peek through their drying husks. The harvest yet to come.
I feel the full weight of both.
Both stripped down. And budding new.
Both waiting for the turning under. And the anticipation of more becoming.
I guess there is no other way. This peeling back piece by piece only to leave a new layer vulnerable to the elements.
Tonight the frost will come. And tomorrow the sun.
Numb. And thaw.
Expose. And bloom.
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