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Reclined on sheets of flower and fruit
I feel you percolate
the way citrus unravels
across a field, from a jar
you draw a spoonful of marmalade
separate the rind and weigh it against my heart
be still
there are things you don’t know about me
I have cut my teeth on a paper rose
when I see linen skies I think of you
and I find solace in bent meadow grass
in the way you inelegantly stand
unadorned in the humid glow
and walk along a path of orange peels
- 2016
About the Creator
Justin Keeling
A systems thinker dedicated to the task of disillusioning and reconciling a fragmented world through art, design, music, and story.
I sing for the dryads who spring through city sidewalks.
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