i.
last night -
rain slept in these bones,
whispering dreams of water;
wind tickled
me warm
until -
fluid,
I wept my skin into
sheet
& stained
myself a clearer shade
of sky.
ii.
last night -
dark roots reached for earth
& origin,
grappled with these limbs
to share in thirst ..
each pebble
touches riverbed
[ once in shaping ]
before currents roll
it ashore.





Kj







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