Taken to earth
A love poem to falling off mountain bikes
By Sam SpinelliPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Julien Kettmann on Unsplash
inhale: hemlock needles and autumn honey flow into your soul
taste it: salt-tang sweats from one to one and back
birds call from the sighing branches and the earth herself? she moans
stretch hard upon the dirt! the whole planet is your living bed
open your eyes and see a pretty flower
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Comments (1)
I love that you invited all our senses, I especially liked how you described the planet as our living bed.