Dear Annapurna by Rosalie Turner
I look down bashfully at my leather hiking boots, I am a foreigner.
I look down bashfully at my leather hiking boots, I am a foreigner.
honestly, I feel a little guilty how could you compare this body to an ocean?
My head aches from clenching emotions while goosebumps pepper my skin.
their appearances are unexpected
Yet the hunger remains, and even today /you can seem them on the horizon / like an impending storm
Not in any lifetimes / will the damage be undone.
She rests / on a damp rock / that juts from the lakeāits tongue froths over / her perch.
And all the gray places / We never before breathed into being.
A collection of dreamy poems
and I want the fossils of us to live in the rock long after we die / after the great great grandchildren of our generation die