through all mine
the swamp is brilliant
humble me
The floods come down
cover the lime green delight
That thin piece of wire
the last drops of dusk water
hanging on like the old to life
one day all me that
The forest all patchy on this side of the city
each a hand or foot attached to me
creeping out and around
all off limits
the glint of moist foliage
Is like a flag of triumph
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