Friday, April 22, 2011

Ecstatic moss.
Nostalgic moss.

Misty memoirs
out of thin air
and in moist eyes,
Green grows

Dew drops off fingertips
a copper gaze melts
a lilting hip twists

gentle and firm,
the ages go by
second by second

patina pines
for that final touch
that will breathe
her to life.

in these moist moments,
green glows.

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