353.

I lay down in the grass.

My toes spread wide on the wet plane.

My head rests on the coolness of the earth,

Mother Nature cradle me soft.

The wind sweeps across my skin,

and for a moment,

however long or short,

I forget the shards in my spine.

Cascade+Falls+2008

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