fold me into your waters
running across spotted rocks
symphony of sounds
carry me down this mountainside hold me along the way
gentle hands of ferns
tell me of the rough-soled feet
that have flattened your grasses
subtle path underfoot
swallow me in the deepest part
of your belly
curtain closing
sun going down
retreating slivers of light between
your tall trunks
a slow sweet blinking
a kiss on my face
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