My Sole Dominion
I betray the age of this earth.
With my tongue I paint the flames of evening wheat fields;
With my hair the billowing debutante gowns of willows;
With my toes the dripping emerald fringe of rolling green hills;
With my palms the legato hymnal of ocean waves.
This is my sole dominion.
When it is not cherished I grieve
and with my eyes draw silver chains of rain upon the shore.
more by A. M. LAINE
photograph by Layne Lawson