Does she long to shed her weary
skin, sink within the caverned veins
Does our violence make her sigh,
pine to gather her pleated skirt hills
and walk out on us?
Can we heal her,
warm and rumbling
under our busy feet,
greeted by another sunwashed day?
Will we pause
to leave applause or praise
in place of all these
scattered footprint stains?
Another offering for the ecopoetry prompt over at dVerse.
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