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2 min readMay 2, 2019
Yearning for a Departed Lover
~ the space between renewals ~
In
green
recesses of animated silence,
steeped
in the aftermath of a thunderstorm,
grass
as bright as spinner’s silk,
was separating it’s blades,
hearing them grow.
I stood transfixed
under a dark dank juniper;
and in it’s elbow
a latticed
hammock of a
mammoth cobweb
cradled
dead brown leaves
in which
a quick red bird was
frenziedly building a nest!
A home within a home,
essence of co-existence…
acidic
rusty spice of wet
walnut trees swelled up
around me
and settled on raindrops
waiting