A bloating of goodness
Like the Dead Sea
In me
Abundance promised
Poured out on top
Of me
Heavy
Odd
A sea is formed
Of tears and rain
An ark is given
To float on more
To be borne
A way of escape
Not booze or drugs
Opens up over a
Rain catcher
A blue shelter-tree grows
Covered with feathers
Of red birds
Eating fruit
Ripe for healing
As oil drips
From olives
And flowers
Spring up from
The grass as
Others live from
The surprise of
Dormancy ended.
DT Stephan.
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