I would feed from her palm,
fronds and seeds mostly,
respite - a chaw of Godly green

for the soul, to partake,
to lap the cold run
water 

refreshing, the brighter suns,
the most forgotten days 
I’ve known, yet

neatly abandoned,
an old house
on a dune

faded blue
sanded, salty by 
water, it’s nature

its tears
reappear

cc: CC ‘23