I live under a million-acre sky. My chest is open and my feet are grounded. I dig into the deep and dank of life. I have dirt under my fingernails and freckles on my shoulders. I believe in my body. I am strong.
I love words so I write stuff down.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
upon seeing Matisse
just the suggestion
we've been this poem humbly offered up for OpenLinkNight at dVerse poets.