this earth is for flowers.
planetary petals, foliar
and fragrant. my skin
is tattooed with the sun,
my soul. solar. sweet
and salted sweat
these days baking
in the heat. waves
and wine. alcohol’s
delight. light the night
skied with smiles.
we sing with laughter.
sleeping on the moon.
shine on…
shine on.
i am soil, sinew
toiled, labored
bone. marrow
and sorrow. dollars
today, none tomorrow.
i am this wither,
weathered hands
and planted
into this planet. seeking
sense within sensation.
my season. this
sun. shining on
the moon.
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