Garden Gulp

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



featured photography: Irina Iriser

Gina Atanasoff

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