Digestion Prelude

In Dear,

The tease of the smell of rain

that rest on high gravel

Where tall grass watch

Stirs a yellow sensation in my belly.

This is communication;

This is all without sound.

The heartbeat of trees

In rhythm with the porch light

entertaining thousands of dancing

Gold Insects.

I feast the tangible air

well enough to know

I am blessed with yellow and salt water remains on my tongue.

This is all without sound.

SERVE GOD LOVE ME AND MEND