Sky Claudette Soto
I look up to see a Flowered moon painted of blood visually and esoterically full and bright as I peer unto portals opening up .. spirits walk on through, in a luminous of ways about the night reflecting over the rivers waters as a shimmering rain falls, onto stones...resembling stoned pavers splashing up against iridescent
waters...while Dragonflies and hummingbirds, fly by,
tellable in every way and in every light....
a sweet mist billows onward below a beaming light from the grounds near the rivers tide, clearin thine spirits soul ... while mullein sits as tall as a bodied soul waiting... waiting to be picked from the grounds vessels up.
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