Fertility

Dehydrated baby

In a cradle

Hands cupped a while

Chapped by baking sun

Reddish beneath the dust

Tired, tempted

To go completely flat

And fall to my side

 

But eyes spot silver line

On the horizon

They say it's just a myth

That leaves rise and cup

When sensing rain to come

But how else can i explain

The involuntary movement 

Of my hands

 

Exhausted as i am

They prepare to catch drops

As i hang on in

Till the smelling salts

Of geosmin

Breathe me anew

And the baby, resurrected,

Cries

 

And cries

 

and i thank god for the tears

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Strong imagery and phrases

Strong imagery and phrases make this a very unique reading experience.


Starward

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Okay okay okay. One of the

Okay okay okay. One of the finest flowers I ever see-sawed in the garden a-tall. 


bananas are the perfect food

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