Sassafras
“sassafras”
it was cool
deep
in the wood
where
only purity
existed
barely naked
running
down paths
of wild thoughts
lost
in shadows
the sun
never sees...
at dusk
we drank
sassafras
delved
into dreams
sleeping
as the stars
watched.
Copyright © Richard Poor | Year Posted 2015
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