land god

the arc of my back bridges the sky and the thing below it

my body holds my own suffering in it and blends with the tributaries that flow so constant and fresh into my head

i dig my hands into the tree and it stretches up into my leafy fingertips

i spread my arms in the soil and the carpet ripples above with my sigh

my eye feeds the plants and fauna with enriching summer gaze

the puddles are my pooling sweat from creative effort

grass blades are the hairs on the back of my neck

they sweep in the wind of my breath and the dew is my morning tears placed on needle point

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