Spitting on Emptiness


By Brian Hogan

Graduate Student

*written in a botanical garden in Ghana, West Africa*

I linger in green places.

I shuffle my feet on wet earth,

the cirrus are a heavy grey with rain and emotion

dampness in thick air twilight’s colors awaken me

I thirst

I drink flower purple and eat rubber tree latex

I sway in nature’s gripping

and smug, as if spitting on emptiness

I splash barefoot in mud puddles

dance to cricket song

and leaves breathe.

My wooden cup is full


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