these hillsides incline their white-caps at me
at the center of an empty crown, looking 'round
what do you see but the valleys and trees -
every night when I fall asleep
the grass and the leaves and the flowers all consume
me, into their petals and autumnal embrace,
lightning bolts me down and hurls me
high through the sky,
I am electric
And nature is mine, I hers
Her beautiful smile and frown, these luxurious clouds -
where her fingernails trail, leaves only frosty ground
come, see this world with me, the swallowing seas
and twisting streams, spelling cursive mysteries
I'll tell you what they whisper, the poetry of the river no one reads.
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