Silken Green
Silken green
in hues of piquancy-
sheltered moss,
under fringes of fungus;
separated by nature's vibe,
spores lace the Earth,
and thrum against
the open sores
that gape at midnight moil.
Treacherous stubs,
clung to by the hands
of fifteen near six,
crisping the ruffles,
by her sweat and poise.
Barley silenced breath,
fermented in a heat of the kettle,
bulbs of silken green
in hues of piquancy,
remind me that I should leave.
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