muted rosewood. when i imagined the cave with candlelight that i would retreat to for a quiet dance, i was sitting on my bathroom floor surrounded by violins. just for a moment i wondered.
clay joins with water in the shower in the music. at the grocery store i reach the counter and see a total price i don’t accept. why do wise ones across the planet become extinguished. why is anyone only now figuring out animals enjoy each others company in peaceful clearings on common ground. we did come here as love. we are here in a wild fire. running through a flash in the night produces such contrast to our outcomes.
juxtaposition: sandstone, sky
i am a mother in the desert.
my wilderness.
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