palmetto forest
not everything can have a swallow tail
but each orb weaver we sees increasingly more
splendid and bigger, and each with a baby. the
private mushrooms look like wet Styrofoam.
cypress skull roots growin up spike out. what
induces a tree to grow in its shape is in yr hands
in me now.
above the lily pads leaves like great phonographs
grow green as leaded stained glass shades lit up
by a sun unrelenting as nymphs innocence. i cry
foul when i find the fig leafs made of pleather.
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