A random poem in progress

Could we stay another moment
just to bask in sun?
Or share a dance with me in moonlit
darkness, letting the cool air kiss our faces.
I am raw and running free
untamed, unbroken, unkempt.
Nature’s energy is calling us,
blowing that great horn,
a sound both unnerving and familiar.
I will gather her hidden bounty
unsold in grocery stores as not
to spoil on the shelves as it gets passed over and over for labels with a printed promise of “organic”.

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