I will take this warming with the fresh air tickling the blinking, watery-eyed sea; hard-worked hands waving; unknown (any)bodies dancing at me while I wait. I will take what is in me: All the air-thoughts that touch me and the land-voices greeting my foot-souls searching for sand. (I know my name here!) where the grass-needles stab me and the grass fleas bite me in the beating white sun heating my hands and knees. I kneel, sit. Lying, as the wet grass dries and plays noughts & crosses on my skin. The day-star shines on my adoring face, blindingly, through the tree leaves wriggling against the wind-still blue. - I will take all this with me: All Her earth-gifts coming to me from the sharp-cut surface of our diamond-heart(ed) Africa. from 'Earthling' in Its inside-out & orange.
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