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