untold

 

today
grass on the hill
blows soft
beneath the sky.
small birds bend
tall stalks
touching seed
to beak to earth.
back soft to the bones
of this place i lie
hand to the sun,
sinking into skin and soil
and worlds upon
worlds, thin close
we touch them
undoing and undone
by time.

 

WhatsApp Image 2018-02-05 at 20.31.41

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