The winter womb enshrined in me:
Closed it’s gnarled old hands,
Whispered to me dirty nothings
– Coffee soaked and stained.
Leaves fell all around my shoes,
Lost against the wind
And grass that grew
Began to blow
A lighter shade of brown.
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River in My Bloodstream (day 2413)
Listen to the raindrops
Finding my way home
A whisper in the darkness
Memory now long gone
Can’t listen to the rhythm
Rabbits in my ears
Folding up our broken stream
Holding out my hands
River in my bloodstream
Paddling my way home
Setting out my darkness
I grew up here again
Swimming out past midstream
Dagger in my plan
Rugged from the north land
Leaving there my heartbeat