The Nature of the Forest Today

This is juxtaposition

This is not syncretism.

 

Chains trying to work in nature.

Snake espied. First thing.

Black

&

Sea Foam, cool green.

Longitudinal and kindly striped

safe.

Per se.

Feedback on me.

Otherwise, the robin in the rain makes better company currently.

Such a saucy fellow.

Showers always made

him…

…wait for it.

The sky confused and

confusing time changing.

Protective turns opulent in opalescence.

The beauty of opening.

The beauty of splaying.

Time-resistant skin.

Elegant rhinosarus-dermis.

Still moist, somehow.

Meets the confusion of curves.

Collective noun style.

In ever widening circular cases of you, ewe.

In you.

You in.

I hear you, here.

Look at you bellowing, pretty thing.

Cottonwood seed absorbs in its resonant, spidery remains.

Arching in ecstasy.

Boughing and bowing

Bowled over.

Divisors.

Create foam.

Some tire so completely

they resurface on their

backs

and asleep.

Three such gents just this week.

Suppose it makes the fly’s feast.

Do you remember meeting here?

Where tree grows out of

stone.

Dog esshit or esshinola?

The buzzing of the approaching nearing the a’spread.

Alit on the globe.

Buzz, you say?

Humm, is what I say.

Also, Howl.