We Are Nature

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i don't have many words at the moment but the ones I do have are
                                                 comforting
like a warm breeze against my naked skin
i haven't been online much recently and i have felt my body relax in the way it does when i lie on the grass and look up at the sky
                           breathing with the clouds
chanting
                           i am nature
                           i am nature

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i am nature and earth-bound,
tied both to the soil and this damn laptop
tapping my fingertips on cold, hard plastic (why can’t we have silk covered keyboards?)
moving in a rhythm that
                      reveals
i once took a typing class
(pinky fingers are for the letters q and p)
                                              quick
                                                         peck
on the cheek when i meet an old friend
at London Bridge where we exchange gossip and sip cold beer
from glasses that have been stored in the fridge,
frosted around the rim

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the rim of the vase is chipped
it still holds
the bouquet of dried pink roses
i bought for £1 from the convenience store round the corner:
papery blossoms
                                 browned
                                                at
                                                 the edges
                                of the petals
no scent, yet
a faint trace of soil in the packaging,
indicating they were once part of nature