Secret Ingredients
Rebirth
no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready
Foundation
twisted roots reach out
from the dappled forest floor
to steal my footing
–
mangroves
arise from the bayou
on tangled bones
Colors
shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm
–
frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky
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