i don’t like the water
although i miss the womb of my earth
my mother’s womb was dark and cold
pulled out dragged down
i long for primordial comfort
the safety of the sky is no longer priceless
the desert is warm at dusk
and the moon smiles her face down at me
as if pointing a finger
lost at the root i stand
without a ground
but i am not holy
little life big sorrow
the weights are against me
the lake of green is kept
by fire of angels
which i don’t understand
looking with no eyeballs
like Teresa
the dandelions are long gone
I liked this monster! Thanks for sharing
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Thank you, the Zanja was the original aquaduct that brought water down to the Angelinos when they were founding LA. The remains were rediscovered in a park in Chinatown a few years back. 🙂
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Thanks for the knowledge
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