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31 May 2015

My Savanna                                                                          [draft]

This savanna
Laid out in the night
Breathing in, breathing out,
Sand and earth and dry leaves
That circle before falling to their places.

In this way, now, I breathe you,
In and out, making your way; you circle above my mouth.
Earthly things find their places again.
Just as you will find your way, back from the hunt
To my hearth.

Coals remain.
Blue and black and purple,
Your marks on my skin may have faded,
But your presence from my heart
Bleeds throughout:
Your tracks through my savanna.

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