the unfirm line – Shome Dasgupta

“Again they stuck their heads back into the earth & laughed & sang songs until their lungs were full of land.”
Shome Dasgupta, from {C.} An MLP Stamp Stories Anthology

Again, I wait for Spring, wait for the warm sun and comfortable trees and rocks to sleep against. I wait for the Summer burns, for the loss of water and poisons against skin. And finally Fall, where my lungs are finally full of land, then I sing and laugh. Another year pushing it all inside me.