"New Home," Poetry by Rachel Grosvenor

New Home

The first,

Breathing life form

Listens still, to the growth

That surrounds it. Moss, heavy in

the

Sunshine.

And you,

Able to see,

To touch, to lay your head,

Against its cooling flesh, your damp

Pillow.

Rachel Grosvenor, 33. New Zealand.

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