we splash clean in the mud
cover our dry brown cake knees
sift blood and worries purify
our pleas ooze and feather
on leaves lifting invisible
weight from a heartbeat
in the trees’ arms they say
you are something
orderly and taxable
keep dancing kids and caress
our roots our tense
we demand nothing less
your skin cooled mud
or else seal wrinkles and settle
into soil’s porous soul
your elbows sign zig zag
when you wave hinging jointing
to illustrate tempo when your hips
speak loud as the flower print shirt you wear
peaks a colored petal
through the dirt
an angel is buried
in the dim hum
a humble eruption
white eyes open
a rich luster like dandelion sap
and the okay mist
from a river falling
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