Folding in and Blossoming out

Folding and unfolding meeting and departing dust rising and falling how can we feel the contours of the land?

Concrete cities struggle with the land creating deep culverts to control erosion

The slipstreams trails left behind visible for miles untouchable dividing the dust clouds showing the blue.

What is the spirit of the place? It is - what makes it more than place - It is the skin in the game Our toes dug into dirt Our hair coated with dust.

Painting can express art can explore hands can mold materials
breath creates music interpretations of the heart speaking in an ancient language.

The folding in and blossoming out of this poem on the back of my flight itinerary lands here.


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