the fluttering of a leaf
the sound of sun declining
the tree
in its coarse skin
my body, giving
the little creatures
a rustling, a scampering
the beast that I am,
trespasser
a breath of
lushness and decay
the uninhibited song
the tickling intimacy
the root like
a vein through rich soil
the night
and fragile things
(my photo)
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