tend wind

chop water carry

wood kiss earth breath breathe daily

deeply understood

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there is no storm

the storm has passed the

eye the waste the water spent

here is blessed calm

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honey memory

curled up like sunshine

in the skin of a flower

a hum of water

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blue salt call

come to me darling

and i will drown you in me

it won’t hurt at all

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…a shower

at the car wash rush

at a stranger’s car fully

clothed ; only chance for…

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sky to dirt

water pours in worms

reviving every root hid

once upon seed pod

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comes and goes

i stand at the shore

hope my stare will cross water

water laps my toes

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water marks

i wish i was a

paper maker subversive

thoughts pressed in to pulp

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p.s

was tempting to title this pulp fiction

……the water marks were more subtle and real….

his, blues

eyes aren’t make of stones

water or other mush i

guess it just seems so

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flly

how beautifully

fish flash silver mirroring

hope for food in hook

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