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Vortex energy swirls motionlessly;
making a watercolour painting
with the hippie broom skirt

the collected red stones she holds in her hands,
place themselves in random stacks,
while animal spirits brush up
and tickle her calves

A shirtless warrior from a fathom cliff house
watches her standing on the clay,
She reaches for the heavens,
breathing deep the iron scent
that lingers in the still air.

shhhhh;
can you hear her palms tingling,
can you feel the tear she sheds......