tripping through the desert
seeking thy wellspring of life
in your path
I carry the staff of seed
wellspring of thou
guided by thy loving lips
shall be done
this will be until ambrosia
springs forth
to allow the staff ingress
until thine nectar flows sweetly
thunder in thine valley
your valley shall quake
your valley shall
bear joy
as arms entwined
as your wellspring grips
as seed is planted
smiles appear all over thee
Steve Scialli 3/24/2019
T.Kahuana Press
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