Wet | Jessica Molina​

Life moves laterally

it’s shadow elongates

to subtract

then rises in breath

like bread.

wind on wind

except with rain.

wet leaves

open with spring

each slap

the earth

buds

burst

through

soil.

Unearthed

jewels.

Bright

alchemy.

Tender

in their innocence.

When

the

flower

is

still

wet

from

the

rain.

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