The sun on thighs and insteps, warm grass luxuriant on tufted sand mixed
with clay drawn earthward into the tight bind of compacted silt atop bedrock,
I am a unit of exchange – the wild card – a cation on the prowl
awaiting disposition, eschewing polarity, willing to topple
dominoes.  Flip ’em green and let’s us live!

Chagall 2017

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