I hoisted the earth
between two fingers
drank me
a river
tipped me
to my lips
let that red rush
fill my throat
my soul
with fish
and polished stones
I smiled wild
cedar tannin stained teeth
again I thrust
the earth up
again a toast
to the sky
stumbled drunk
against tall trees
forever leaning
green to the sun
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