bees buzzing

9 Jan

when you are down

i will carry you

in my teeth

let your seeds

drop along the

way springing

sweet grass in

our wake

yes i will put

you in the

river and

let the healing

waters

snatch you

away long

enough to

remember the sun

the forest floor

under your

feet

the campfire

vigils

our shadows long

against the vast desert

and

love

once you finally

wash ashore

you will grow

into

a great

oak

and there i

build my

altar

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