333: Woodland Orchestra

I watch a bumblebee

wander across

the big blue. Leaves

and roots

crackle around me

fill my ears

with trickling soil

and rolling rock

that bounces

and bounces

and leaps

in the cranium slowly reclaimed.

Rib bones nestle

birds in a tree

life fills

the heart that was

and I watch it

find its beat

while the ground plays percussions

and the bumblebee flies.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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