I smell of earth
curves and creases hidden in green
ripe scents seemingly comfortable
assembled on Mother Nature’s floor
wild winds weave through nearly bare bones
light fades filtered blue on black
timid tree branches hide in shame
as the ground swallows another heartbeat
voices whisper on a stream
secrets seep into dirt
and so it is
odd shapes of me hollow bones
smelling of earth –
~Becky Zoch~12/19/07
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