Une belle journée 11.09.2021

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Home 29.08.2021

you cannot tether a free spirit
you cannot saddle a wind horse

you don’t have to tell me

that chasing el sol 
watching the seasons

when sprouts spring
and blossoms bloom
with words like petrichor

the world exploding from grey to green
rewarding you for all your suffering

and when the leaves begin to fall
and summer whispers prophetic sweet nothings
just before her final breath

it’s all the orgasm
that I’ll ever need.

Entre les falaises 18.08.2021

I could enunciate the details of every single rock that sunk
and clamored beneath our feet
craggy but soft
eroded by a hundred years of salt baths
each and everyone of them called out my name

I put two of them in my pocket.

“Hold onto those rocks,” you said
“They’re sacred.”

Clenching them in my fists
I feel the rumble of the ocean
the wind in my hair
the fetid smell of algae and seaweed
the soft ripple of tide pools

no matter where I am.
French Broad River 29.07.2021