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Sunday, May 12, 2019

Poem: Naturally #the100dayproject Day 41

Naturally

Wind envies water, 
how easy to let 
gravity take over. 
Wind tires of pushing 
against the world, 
wind narrows herself 
through cracks 
of a house to find 
her voice, 
moan her misery. 
She wants the ripple 
of water, wants  
a physical body, 
wants the sun 
to play across 
her like fingers 
on a piano. 
She wants to glitter 
like a woman  
in a sequined dress. 
She wants every 
creature to stare 
at her in rapture . 
She tires of shaking 
the world, to make 
them see she exits. 
She wants physicality, 
something, a body  
with a million curves; 
she demands worship. 

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