What in this earth
I am searching for?
me or my shadow beneath
that mango tree in my village home.
or those labored hard end words
from the wombs of dictionaries
tasteless but I understand
Not like the orange blend
in autumn fragrance
Not earthen…
See the difference
It sounds heavy
on brass copper fillers
burdened, but I carry them
like feather baskets
In rains earth breathes
fresh fragrance of soil..
Ocean, take in waves the salt
their black crows, arrows 
and give me horizon
to paint my words
in ornamental jewel boxes..
ethnic ones.. earthen