Maybe Afterall
I’m not a scrubby hornbeam
poorly sapless, under full
sun beat
straining through
a crack in the sidewalk-
roadside traffic, litter, shit talk.
a crack in the sidewalk-
roadside traffic, litter, shit talk.
Maybe I’m more like this fern
green full, way out there, wonder full
sun kissed
through granite rock face
a cradle of moss-
through granite rock face
a cradle of moss-
creek, lichen, tree frog talk.
I Am Both.
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I really like the sound and imagery of this piece, particularly the final stanza. Great ending also!
Thanks, J.W!
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