The Ground Is My Putty


I scratch the ground,

I plant it,

I rearrange it,

I drive my fingers into it,

 I feel the connection.

I move rocks and boulders,

I seek my visions.

I love the movement of my labor .. the

Surprising formations that emerge from my fingertips …

I blossom in this world …

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