Bridgett Whyte

flight

the shadow of a plane passing
my shoulders press into their sockets
souls of my feet absorb energy
the sun descends
 
my shoulders press into their sockets
ashes, dust, dirt, life, – continuous flowing
the sun descends
hills rolling into valleys tell stories
 
ashes, dust, dirt, life, – continuous flowing
earth soil birthing fruit, abundant beauty
hills rolling into valleys tell stories
seasons play, dance, and misbehave
 
earth soil birthing fruit, abundant beauty
souls of my feet absorb energy
seasons play, dance, and misbehave
the shadow of a plane passing

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