Wool bundled boy
in frog-eyed cap,
grunting and mooing and
growling
strokes buttress roots of
an urapan tree,
all moss and lichen and
symbiosis.
He turns towards me,
bright obsidian eyes,
flu-rubied cheeks,
skin of quartz white
framed by sun-streaked
emerald ground.
Good poem, Greg. Great use of color. "all moss and lichen and symbiosis" is wonderful.
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