Wild
soft-skinned power cell
a garden, with a river flowing beneath
water, warmed with whirlpool wisps
Palm pads press pleasure past pain.
El Oso paused, then leaned over a cliff.
He could smell her near.
A water fall boasted, in high frequency,
as it proudly rinsed off her dreds.
Here’s what El Oso saw.
a soft-skinned power cell
a river of red maple
not too damned sweet
wild
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