dear nature: for those who live alone

for nature, who saves me a little each day

ii.  touch

reliant affection
you let me run my
open palms over tall grasses
offer up your new and
fancy fir-boughed green
tender needle texture
on these fingertips
hold feet bare against
your spring-time mud
and cradle the shape of me
in the hillside dew
before letting fall
a thousand mercies
sudden cloudburst drops
head, nose, shoulders
eyelids
raining kisses upon my upturned
and hungry skin

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