Art by Jasmin Small
The rain falls softly in the muffled dirt,
You flex your quiet flesh,
Lingering within rain, almost inert,
Your body bending mesh.
I watch you climb up the green onion stalk,
A ghostly shade, hungry,
Searching, scorning what tastes like ash and chalk,
A god in your country
Atop your tower you watch and survey
The bright leaves that glisten,
Hoping to flower with your fresh bouquet,
You wait and you listen.
The world, it remains hazy, cool, and still,
You will not be challenged,
So long you have waited in dirt until
The earth, it grew pallid.
But today, here, something juicy to eat
You ripple with delight
You’ve been brought something delicious and sweet
Your joy, it fills the night
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