I have seen a child walking
after the swiping at a photo album
proved fruitless[ mango lingering low-teeth-y ]
hops. skips. jumps. stops
to remove pebbles, wants the earth out
of her shoes, fingers
oily after jackfruit, oil in pickle
she in the jar&
the shoes are stone, heavier
all of a sudden, dusts it off
with a rhythmic taptaptapFirst gray hair last black one
[ shivering ]
feet dragging / plowing the earth
to recede in, to reseed in.is it the want
or the
|
gravity &
tongues discovering islands of mango atoms
[ untasted / gravity ]
~Ajay
12/8/2019

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bliss station ~ poetry
Poetry~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~