a plea

reach your many arms toward the sky

and splay your crooked fingers

feel the water rush between your hair,

through the mud and the algae-covered rocks

sitting at the bottom of your veins

see the beauty of this body

from the eyes of a swallow soaring above

feel your lightness swell on the wind

taste your soil in the mouth of an earthworm

who savors every crumb


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