My life, unlived...None the less,
here I am lingering without a care,
in the tender gaze of starlight-
winging into the fog thrown
by the loftily spreading corolla
of Capistrano's artistry.
It's jungle coiled leaves,
the size and shape,
of an iguana's ears watercolors me
in a marsh of dappled streams.
For a while, I am captivated by this
display, my soul deeply focused
on a moment daringly alive through
the picturesque landscape of wonder.
165 Contest -- Brian Strand
29th Jul 2108
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2018
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