Verde Corazon

fern

~

my sleeping fingers hear night rain

they sweep wide 

opening a window

my waking skin is dampened

smelling wakened soil

~

my blood is pulsing

melting runoff

~

breathing it all in

deep as my lungs will take it

  tender buds

unfurl in my brain

without thought

~

full to bursting

~

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photo: nezartdesign

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    • Interesting you should say this…I usually feel everything “surging” in one direction or another this time of year. This Spring seems to have a different quality. A suspended arrival….

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  1. Where do we begin and where end in the unfurling into and out of whose voice whispering fingers sleeping spreading, fingers sleeping letters forming word word words like dew into mist like warm rain melting ice the window opening like your eyes… just barely.

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