Poem: Prayer in April

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PRAYER IN APRIL
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Simple meets my skin, and
Mother Earth my satin belly.
Lie with Gaia, lady in waiting,
feel the fetal fits and starts
in the fecund dirt below
the slowly greening grasses.
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In my pale and withered phase
take my straight and solid temper;
let me feel that pure impulse to thrive,
in breast and bones, veins, ligaments, lymph courses,
thoughts and songs, and bitter cleansing tears.
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