Like Persephone
I slipped quietly into the crack
of your Underworld
like a Maple tree seed
blown off a branch
spiraling alone
against the waning candle flame
of sunset

Kind words
soft touches of my cheek
where your thumb
quickly absorbs the salt of my tears
and deftly pushes
that red pomegranate seed
between my quivering lips
tart that stings the tip of my tongue

Sweeping copper wind
raw like my dry elbows
rustles what's left
of the green fertile ground
where barley grew so tall
the downy tips nudged the blue
right out of the sky

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