the soul of my feet kiss the seat of the sky my head buried deep as a bone my arms splayed akimbo, away from my side my trunk is a gnarly old throne a child sits under my leafy green shade drinking the juice from a lime the crust is my college, i suck dirt for knowledge my leaves scrape a path through time
last summer i compiled all my old poems into little books and i gave them titles and sometimes pictures and edits. i remember sitting under a tree by the river and writing this.
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