Today…
on my earth
you enter as electric fields
to turn your crusts inside out
and sandwich press over me
…. I cool to simmer
hazardous of your torrential rain ….
monsoonal drips roll to meadows’
slopes and curves where together
piquant ecstasy reinforces our ground
within soil filled mounds
… reflecting moments to view, where landscapes matter
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