Coffee ground



Coffee ground.
Earthy, with the smell of rain thrown on like an old shawl
liquidly drawing from all around somebody's.
Never able to keep up with the jonese's
her kicked off shoes lay on the grass.
Bare feet humming
dug into the ground
Her heart smiles...
Smiling into the swaying wind
Dewing the leaves then dewing the earth
A mud of clay and heart yearning before her.
she makes little clay heart birds
that may soar for her
Rooted she shades her eyes to watch them
A graceful willow in knotted shawls
The hum in the earth coursing through her,
Shading her hair.

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