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exploring a new world (the forest) by Peter Roberts 1 rain fell down through green tela wet, soft, wet on the shore of a lake we made a bed, a fortress in decay -ing leaves, we lay together *dampness in dampness flesh upon flesh we explored we floated civilizations debris out of the current watching the lake reflect the rain in mirror bright circles 2 we had no desert thirst we were sated, unmindful without flame, or fire a part of the coolness, the forest in patternless patter(n) blisters of rain on petals & leaves reflected our pain, soothed us & salved us raindrops falling we fell through the flow through eddies of time immersed in ourselves in internal seas we rose through the flow © Peter Roberts « Home | Contributor Notes » |
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