The Land Remembers
The land lays silent and open
remembers the past
as only earth can
in bits and pieces
that fall upon her
as buried bones
and abandoned parts
She wears her memories
deep duff and silt in fertile places
rock crag and carved channel in barren
moon washed and sun burned
to be seen by those willing to look
The land lays calling and open
and speaks with voices
too soft and foreign for most ears
with sandy whispers
and hot day hums
about desire and hope
and what changes in all of us
Guarionex
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