Cool water rushing,
Feet finding secret places.
I am one with the running water;
Cicada song hums
Beneath summer-warmed flesh,
Primitive heartbeat.
I tread softly in the sacred
A feral child
With Creation-singing
Deep
In my bones.
(21 July 2020)
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