Freshening
I've dipped my fingertips
Into the shallows
Of acidic wanting,
Mad and sharp and futile,
Joyless noise
Forgotten yesterday.
Awaking this morning
Seeking gold
Beneath her yellow jungle,
Watered soil
The scent of empty hands,
The desperate lost lunging
Deep into unknown,
Her earth
The greenest rain,
Her breeze
The salty flavor of turquoise.
- 2/24/25
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