With each choice

but a shadow,

rhyme’s echo

adds confusion

to the forest tumult.

Do you see

you are lost

in the leaves?

Or like the mantis

do you pray

to a different god,

bending yourself

toward some shade

of urgent green,

which could be you

as no other?

Where one begins

and leaves off

is indiscernible;

the coherence

of patterns

ripple like wind

across wild grass,

fluttering light

into shadow,

mimicking starlings’

murmur in the sky.


(May 22, 2018)

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