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