She combed the wild berries from her fingers
father slumping, buckling, or arching as the plates of the earth grind she
cut 36 squares from a sheet where the water is shallow
the people of the world beasts herders and hunters
nomads shipping meat and other products
pools left by the rain for the good harvest
prayers and songs done, they feasted, danced, no domestic animals
they gave today hand shears
I grind my gears in the belly of the sun
to make it run harder
father slumping, buckling, or arching as the plates of the earth grind she
cut 36 squares from a sheet where the water is shallow
the people of the world beasts herders and hunters
nomads shipping meat and other products
pools left by the rain for the good harvest
prayers and songs done, they feasted, danced, no domestic animals
they gave today hand shears
I grind my gears in the belly of the sun
to make it run harder
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