old comfortable shoes,
white socks,
old beat-up jeans,
a bulky over-washed sweatshirt...

the perfume of fresh-turned earth,
softened by a recent rain,
the rim of grass up above,
unreachable as I lay below,

comfortable in the softness
of the earth as it holds me,
wraps itself around me,
pillows my head...

my shoulders work into the earth,
my neck and back finally relaxing,
finally losing the soreness, the stiffness
that I have lived with for years...

the muscles of my legs laying loose,
tight no more, cramped no more,
the tendons and joints and pressure points
finally laying it all down, finally.....

relaxing.

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