
my mind wanders
back in time
to a million dreams ago
a different time and place
when breezes whipped
down from the mountain
with a wet-dirt smell
the sun struck our faces
with a strong, hot hand
opening a crater of need
within the center of our souls
the need to rise
to meet that life-giving sun
to wallow in its warmth
attempting to suck it all into
this empty sack we call skin










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