Savoring ideas
My finger runs across the splinter grained wood,
Wet dirt from a summer hose wafts by in a gust of air,
The burst of a cold strawbery, the solid cold grasping teath
Desert lips moist citrus sting soothing…
The hours tenderized souls of feet crossed rock dirt
Preasure clentchd fists open forward grabbing wind
Damp palms catch crisp breeze
Harvesting treasures red.