• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 12
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The Body of Earth

That neck of the river
waters our leg of the path
through the woods.
Those fields that feed
our bodies regenerate
our minds. Our thoughts
flower, bloom. We cut
the blossoms, savor
their scents. The gifts
of this garden nourish
being. Even when we
fade and die, we return
to Earth, course through
the body terrestrial.