silken stream moisten my spirit soften its pineapple thorns plant me naked in baked fields bouldered with broken cars near Juniper’s deep-rooted soul hose the spot make me summer clay shape me into earthen pots render me useful hand blown zeroes whisper infinity, infinity
This is one of two pieces I wrote for the Big Tent Poetry prompt wordle. Visit the Big Tent link to read some more poems. You'll be glad you did.
I wrote one other piece earlier in the week using this wordle. It's called Huh?