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Aching

He lay down amidst grasses so tall

they hide his eyes from his soul.

He lay among the ants

captivated by his Herculean hair,

curls creating bridges

oily black and lustrous.

He lay down

his weighted frame

burying tender shoots below.

Aching--

He traced the paths of wren and jay

their cawing jarring muscle from frame.

Aching--

and wondered when the rain

would claim him

the water submerge his heart.

Aching, aching

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Written by
audrey-howitt
American
Published
Dec 22, 2011
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