Experience short poem

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goats ate all the flowers
before chased by farm girls

all the little rumps flee
so pleasant over the grass

bees in the clover
formal in their golden dresses

get their stockings dirty
smelling like sneezes

there’s a raccoon by the blackberries
drunk on the fallen fruit

dancing in the morning sun
eyes shining obsidian

a lowering cloud floats by
and kisses our lips with rain

perfect intermission of a day
I wish to wear the scent of dust

as cologne to show my allegiance
to the Earth from whence I came

remember it with every step
that I am made of all these things

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Such a wonderful portrayal of ‘born of the earth’ Awesome!


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