fall to the
ground
in rapid
succession
smothering
themselves
into the ground
before
assembly can be
uniformly
completely;
random rain
replenishes
the dry soil and
encourages the
growth
of all that
which has
been discouraged
as we struggle
to
remain free and
clear;
the hooting of
owls
deep inside the
dark
woods announce
the rainy
combatants
and the foggy
conditions
of the
breakdown;
worms slither
away
from their slimy
holes
and potential
hunters
for silver hooks
on which
they have too
often
found themselves
hanging;
Birch trees
illuminate
the entrance and
candle
fumes darken its
walls
and somewhere in
all
this utter
wetness, one
can hear the
sounds of
tomorrow's
birds...
18Sept16
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