Florescent crafts, mysteriously
Healing, this ecology-
Rain down here.
Many poems about finding poetry.
It’s very sweet, what would spirit say?
Think about it- you are a descendant.
Native-poetry found here,
Ascending. Like a monk
Drawing-lines in sand, methodically,
She punctuates life.
Glances out the morning window.
Good thing you are gone.
Tsunami’s here:
I can travel light.
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