The desire body
a holy vessel
a loam tucked
bulb with
scent of dew.
As Spring growth
fights to green
and nestle
and clear streams
float stone hills
to sea,
this early morning
before sun’s fire,
I awakened
in light,
was born anew.
Mid-wifed by
my bed
my silence
stepping forth
onto home’s
soft earth
I sing
of summer
sand
time’s sweet
sad passage,
kayaks gliding
on oceans blue,
and how we
each belong
to this one
hearted
boldly hopeful
serene ram/
bunctious,
rather strange
spirited
crew.
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