she didn’t take dance class or scream for the latest teen beat she collected greenpeace posters made shorts from her ripped blue jeans her books were her friends oh the places she would go to paris in springtime to morocco in the fall her birkenstocks thought funny to girls of her own age her collectionContinue reading “birkenstocks”


and she opened her arms upon a cosmic wave she released the beats of an undying heart the ancients answered, flooding the seas with souls life eternal from the chalice we sipped soaking upon her soil, where blooms fused with newborn breaths to the call of the wild we danced, we wed as the cedarsContinue reading “goddess”

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