2241
7.48
18.ii.26
exquisite
detail
intricate the tracery
of scat made off to ant lair
leaf fallen apart
someone smaller than seeing
has
all in
real time
rising from the nest
to bright
leaf tumble at a stillness
that, too, borne away
there’s my world
tree by tree
scratch by bark
I live in a midst
I say valley
I hear road
the thing is settled now
walk into the grey of rain
all the old names are lost
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.