67–god on my tongue

i have gone way beyond my age now

in poetry well 5 years anyway

last night i dreamed i was gardening

with a strong youngish guy

i pulled up a small palm and

we decided to eat the palmito

which is the center of a palm tree

a delicacy it was small and soft

and tasted of earth and wildness

we laughed and ate it together

and i woke with a feeling of

love for this dirt filled planet

her taste still lingering like

god on my tongue


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