YELLOW WAVES

A thousand winds with hands descended from

purple blue skies

bending heads of slumbered wheat into

waves of yellow oceans.

 

The aroma of a distant heaven

surrounds me, the vulnerable self,

as the earth moves beneath me.

 

I am a speck of sand,

a feather lifted every morning as I first

breathe in day.

 

It’s from this place that I see the end,

touching it cautiously with curious fingers

as it beckons me in.

 

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