Tuesday, May 6, 2014

May Morning

Mountain fog
forces its heavy
emptiness on fungi,
fondles its way up
forest pines and taps
its tendrils against
skies too innocent
to swallow such
steaminess.
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2 comments:

  1. imunuriMay 10, 2014 at 8:07 PM

    Wow! Intriguing to me in physical shape and invisible subtext.

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    1. LindaMay 14, 2014 at 10:08 PM

      Thank you, Fights With Poems. I'm honored!

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