lift

cold patio
cement
on barefeet morning
grows bright
in the
sky
cool, fresh air
enters my nostrils
the El
is clear
the fruit is mossy
I sip
black water and wait
for my
mountaintop
to carry me cross-legged
beyond the
Sea

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

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