This body -- a pollen-filled skin bag

slowly heating its way toward a

swamp-like fever dream.

 

Had I not already thrown off body-mind,

I would be burning in a fire of misery.

 

Instead, these eyes gaze out at trembling leaves

shimmering diamond-like in the breeze --

the realm of ten thousand shades of green

offering up the only medicine I need.


(c) 2017 / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com

Learn more about Roy Mattson's album, IN THE WIND, at Bandcamp.

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