Meditation
Wet grass licks at my feet
Green tongues of flame
I wish for the earth to envelop me
Sinking, without a sound
Drowning on dry land
Every clod of beetle-dark soil a silent goodbye
To what I’m not sure ever existed
Reborn into root and rain
Copyright © Lauren Bryan | Year Posted 2020
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