Night Meal
Dark
curtain,
falls upon
landscapes visage;
dews saliva’s soft,
peppering down upon
freshly planted garden seeds;
tiny hair like roots digging deep,
searching for nutrients in the soil;
finding food and drink, the party begins.
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