21: The Day I Spilt The Pepper
I ran to you
I saw your branches
From
A distance
In a dream
Your wings
Beat softly
Hovering
From Above
The hilt
The brandishing
Barefoot
In cool grass
The safety
In The Cove
Of Trees
Even
From The Hill
I could spill
And
Come out
Unscathed
As
The new Life
Untethered
Free
Trying
To Unsee
The day
I Spilt The Pepper
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