A foggy sky like cold glass on warm air
Back against the ground feel the wet grass rich dirt riding up calves and settling behind the caps of knees
Small hands dance with little white flowers and stain themselves with dandelion water
Heels dug into dirt
Nails coated and covered under and over
Hair tangled wildly with footsteps of deer and mice
Forehead and neck and breast raised to the sky with every breath
Shoulders resting in puddles sick with mud
Eyes open to the sky
Closed to the world,
Naturally.
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A book of Rhymes - poems for the soul
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