If Earth a maid,
maid with grasslands flaxen hair
herbivores dipping liquid profiles
into her like thoughts drinking

If Earth a boy,
setting boat into pond
blowing it like God of Wind
coaxing various maritime adventures

If Earth a mom,
enduring loam, a womb
sprouts twisting themselves up
looking around
as sun
makes them grow

If Earth a dad,
what role for him,
harried and hunting or maybe
someone who stands like rocks of
island cultures, casting shadows
commentary on mortality
and monument

~ Lady

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