• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 06
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To Wander

We wet our naked feet in streams
That swell with the sky. Our hearts
Curdle together at the cusp of a
Flash flood carrying us upward. Past the
Unakite covered in dragging green lichen
Past the gaping caves inviting us in with
Fairy voices hidden under the growls
Past the wicked towering rocks
Bare now because the hills receded around them
We touch the moon a
Lonely song’s echo before
The sun bursts out.