Tuesday, November 20, 2018

tapping the amber

resin lies waiting
maple-dark-amber
pooled against the forest floor
nevermore
if i indulge the curiosity
the residue sticks in my dreams
and
rests against my spine when woke
stirring thrumming drumming
incessant yearn to feel something true
so
i will stand with back against bark
smelling the coming snow
waiting

for ...
something 

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