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| photo by Allison Tardio |
Carpet of green
cypress needles under my feet
soft and sweet
Paw paw leaves
like fairy fans
their strange fruit overhead
or squished underfoot
overripe and candy sticky
Fallen logs
studded with faux seashells
the air heady with their musk
The creek gambols
over cypress knees
tickling
mud turtles
singing duets
with green frogs
Here
the world is
brown and green
lush and clean
I inhale
its essence.
its essence.
submitted for We Write Poems, #73, I Smell Poem Pie
