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sitting, patting sand with moist hands

and burning

By Jorge GarciaPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

ash burns to ash, the

final offspring of decay

the way it smoothers

dry enough to suck

air to the root, into forever

in small rolling grains

drops in little strings pull

chemical baths from flesh, hold

transmission, prey

grass in waves clouds roll

there beyond eternity

from and to it all

nature poetry

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