there’s a thread you follow. it goes
among the pines rooted
in lava copses. the air thickened
with silence. a small robin
robs the brush of whatever
red berries exude from the death
of this place. it flirts up to the branches,
confident this will last and chirps
like morning dew. earth’s whole flesh
loves this confidence of life. it licks
the chapped lips of the ocean floor
and moves as if the stage will brighten
any moment now.
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