Saturday, September 21, 2019
Trees of noun and verb
Trees of noun and verb
Between trees skirted with the silver mist
and trees donning incandescent embroidery
unreduced, are the summer memories bound.
Among leafing of noun and embarking verb
rustling tongues pressed to the page
taste of salt, smell the passing sun.
The semiotic roots draw from the rocky soil
an underground firmness, disguised by grass.
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