06.08.2026

by storm

sweetness after fires

there is sweetness after fires,
it will be even fuller
when the sod moisten
in a fragrant homecoming
into the soil of your bones
this forest
is ocean,
is mother
is infant
is infinite
perfect scented
pine peace

from deep death
of your mutating
DNA

and lupins
is your bed,
butterflies sheets
sea shells pillows

the air
a quiet fossil
lullaby