Wednesday, November 21, 2012


I stand naked
in the shower of earth.
Negativity, ugliness, hatred, anger
wash over me.
It runs through my hair
and into my ears and my eyes.
Tiny rivers.
But they do wash over me.
Shoulders feel heavy.
And they travel down and down.
And all the water of earth eventually
pools at my feet.
And I remember it's up to me
to step away from it.

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