I know when my bare feet
touch morning grass
teardrops of early dawn
wash me of my sorrowsI know when I inhale
sweet summer air
I rest on obscurity high
above my anxious daysI know when I touch lips
that also know emptiness
I entwine myself with you
to stitch closed the desperate chasmI know when I hear
evening coyotes call
in search of vanquished prairie
I walk the night in kinshipI know you whisper my name
I wild myself in your conception
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Author’s Note:
“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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