Man, this Earth's


not a round ball to be ogled or handled, 
-graphed or -Shopped, lovely as the weave
of ocean, rock, and cloud appears in shots
from elsewhere. No calipers for her holy 
fertile seas, no measure useful for mountain
heart and root-hairs of her becoming.
She is birthed in particulars, acorn
as lavish a womb as volcano, her 
red tributaries to each single
crowning child give homage.





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