spring

mother gaia
into your bosom bellows,
dew-sodden,
take me

your heart
plasma-rich atomic
seismic and brave, it echoes
in me

but gaia, hear me

your earthworms
congealed in procreation

your pair of crows
fagots of twigs bunched in beaks
their hidden aerie to be lined

i droop
and need to be watered
and the earthworm to weave and shit
through my soil

but more, i need—

a mate

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