I know when my bare feet napofeature3
touch morning grass
teardrops of early dawn
wash me of my sorrows

I know when I inhale
sweet summer air
I rest on obscurity high
above my anxious days

I know when I touch lips
that also know emptiness
I entwine myself with you
to stitch closed the desperate chasm

I know when I hear
evening coyotes call
in search of vanquished prairie
I walk the night in kinship

I know you whisper my name
I wild myself in your conception




Author’s Note:

NaPoWriMo Day 20

“And now for our prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge to write a poem that states the things you know. For example, “The sky is blue” or “Pizza is my favorite food” or “The world’s smallest squid is Parateuthis tunicata. Each line can be a separate statement, or you can run them together. The things you “know” of course, might be facts, or they might be a little bit more like beliefs. Hopefully, this prompt will let your poem be grounded in specific facts, while also providing room for more abstract themes and ideas.”

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