if you are thirsty
for water but not
water
remember
all the places that say
its shape.
*
the river confluence
of your palmlines
*
the tributaries of
cracked leaf
held to light
*
the braiding-in streams
of antler, dropped
at autumn’s bend into
winter:
water, shed.
*
and if you are cold, in that way
that craves no heat,
it’s like this with flame, too
the paintbrush, a grassfire
sparking-lit.
*
and if you are lonely, in that way
that craves no company
look to a mountain couloir
open
like a book to read
open
like spread hands
inviting the last volcanic flare of sun.
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Original artwork by the author
Refreshing..like water
Saving this one for future refreshment.
Thank you.
love love love and love… so beautiful and thank you
exquisite. thank you
Sarah, you’re so awesome!!! I love this!