stevencudahy,
@stevencudahy@mastodon.scot avatar

when the wind sings
and the trapped sails drift
then turn
wheat ears between the stones
serving the gritty rumble
and nearby in the sun
we are testing the dirt
for the survival hope of small insects
and whether we will dash them
or offer mercy

Thanks @worded_art for the prompt - ground.

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