At dawn the sky unfolds, I start to read
her in the leaves and breeze. The trees recite
a prayer and the soft clouds are making loud,
round vowels in the air. Her breath is writing
scripture in the light and the dozing heads
of flowers shimmer with dew. I am excited
by the light as if my legs were the stems
of blossoms. O look how the trees just sit
and hear the Sun! Look how she holds the reins
and bounces on the animal! Her legs are lit
by pinks and yellows. How the soil listens
to the rain, how she opens the wet slit
of mouth to speak! The heavens turn the page
revealing more of her text I've yet to read.
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