blood memory

our bodies are pockets of bone and flesh
when we step on the land our feet feel the dirt beneath us
but our blood and our soul feels what others have felt before us

the treeless forest
the empty stream
the birdless sky
the unpollinated flower
the rotted walkway
the abandoned homestead
the fading paint
the rusted anchors

the shiny new anchor
the fresh green paint
the lively, laughter filled homestead
the brand new wood cut walkway
the bee seated flower
the songbird sky
the fish flicking flowing stream
the towering evergreen

What sounds better to you?

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