Terra.

A Poem.

. . .

maybe we really are all connected:

these reaching, yearning branches;

these muddy fingernails and earth-worn skin;

these resilient bones.

the wind:

it is here.

then it is gone, then here again.

maybe the dust within us never truly vanishes.

maybe we continually float on.

oh, terra.

i love you.

. . .

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