The Air of Her Haven


United States
41° 22' 2.1612" N, 112° 2' 26.6784" W

Finely cut grass
Scours the Land—
Free from the Pounding—
Rain, Snow— Flesh of the Sun

Voices—Roaring from a distance
Echoed shrills within—
Blurred by the Vehemence—
The Past, Present, Future

The Whistle bellows— a familiar Warmth
Pulsing is the Crowd—
Shredding the Burden—
From Existence afflicted

But singing is the Ache and Pain—
Hurdling over the Strife
Pleading, Praying—
For this is Her Haven which She knows no Other


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