“Over the Hill”
I tasted a leaf with my tongue.
Something of flavor in wood, sap, and green lifted each nostril.
Water flowed through all veins to its circumference.
The ground below kept my feet in reach.
Another leaf soon filled each thirst between rounds of swallowing.
Emotions crossed the rain where a bright future unfolded my twinkles.
Of course, a mother’s tongue eventually burst into flame.
More than a rainbow organized the colors.
Reflections met upon the ice, chill, and rest.
Broken words overwhelmed my knowledge over the blind spots.
Broken words overwhelmed my knowledge over the blind spots.
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