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Earth and Brackish Water

sometimes,    
I can still smell          
the grass,               
just after          
the pink-tinged hue          
of the Florida morning      
comes to court        
my grandmother’s yard  
          
fat and waxy blades          
are swollen velvet          
under my bare feet,          
while the cicadas          
sing their melodies          
with such gusto,          
it’s almost a tangible thing
 
the air around me          
breathes          
heavily to their rhythm          
and the scent of          
earth and brackish water          
releases          
with each step  
          
elephant ears stand watch,         
leaning in to listen             
to a chorus of laughter           
coming from my cousins
          
I sit quietly in supplication           
arms stretched upwards,          
my face to the sun ~           
believing with all my might           
it has the power          
to burn away          
the darkness of this world;        
and for brief moments,        
~like this one~   
it does        
          
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Author's Note
A complete re-write of an old poem. Each of my memories is a sensory experience and I wanted to capture this one.
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