Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Ode to Earth Day 2009

The Poui in bloom, Trinidad, West Indies

Soil, sand and seas, ample hills that bleed, oaks, pines and daffodils. See beyond your childish gaze, touch my silky skin. I am here not for my beauty, but for my time, before I return to a desert, dust clouding my vision, damp charcoaled skin. Death comes with a whisk of flames, I sleep never to return.

Ode to Earth

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