parched, screaming and digging
against the push
you take a pretty hard sip
to self the leaves
lips dry, wide
water it, there there, don’t cry
pour the pot
now a child
sponging up the sun
eyes smiling
transforming, gorgeous
yesterday a teetering mountain
with boney ankles
almost butterfly
today a stone woman, hurricane
tomorrow a president
then god
still you
toss your hair over your shoulder
walk out to the garden
riding the tall waves of
the droplets
crown and cape on
into the sunset
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featured photography: Irina Iriser
Beautiful, powerful, and eternal.