thirst

i come here again SAM_0802
hands empty of prayer
to sit among the fallen
leaves and the impossible
silence of birdsong.
i come here alone
with no incantations
or songs of love
to wet my lips
and loosen my tongue
so i might speak this beauty.
i come here an empty bowl
waiting for the rain.

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