the earth beneath her feet

he earth beneath her feet will lead
to compromise the concrete street
wether a mindset accepts the
sunset where work set separate
departmentalized

trauma witnessed
she must let go of it to live a comfortable life
more than exist she must insist for an
unspoken privacy

existential essential filled with
potential
alerted to darkness
of those innocuous-she exquisitely
holds her ground

a peace and a promise to listen
in silence
the feedback surprisingly sound
her face like a fresco
beauty in her shoulders and elbows

I’d like to share some chilled Pellegrino, sit around talking about our
passed lives on ships
set out to sea.