Forestmonth

by fragmentedspeech

Morning sun bleaches the tummy of the toads

Doppler affection of cars on the roads

 

Dirt paths integrate themselves wherever your legs may go

Plants reform, plants breath and know

 

Little aphids buzz alongside other bugs

Blades that bend around your boots

and come up with tiny tugs

 

Sharp surrounds you in the thorny veil of night

Branches errode Majority’s once earned right

Dampness befall upon you bleachless

of the dark beach, but beachless

 

Dark, damp, subsequent and subtle

Absent is the lark’s daylight rebuttal

 

Revoked bones blissfully integrate themselves

Sinking to sailors below the Sea’s shelves

The bones bleached that blend with sea shells

 

never again to see themselves

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