i can smell it.
its’ reach seeps through
the soles of my shoes.
shoes i shed.
holy ground.
green happens upon me;
it’s contagious.
careful, you just may
catch the beautiful
disease.
welcome it through
your nasal doors.
invite the air into your chest,
to mingle
with your own.
somewhere in this
breathing chapel,
the studs sway
to exhale.
forest breath.
my soul feels home.
for the seed
and my flesh
are brothers;
both dirt-born.
both miracles.
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