Wood Walk
Snarled with moss sap
lime green and cocoa
burnt autumn carcass
still stained blood and red
Lake of desire
in silver and mirrors
skimming off thoughts
better left with the dead
Coldness of tree tops
reaching and wrought
lilting bent iron
broke open with breath
Photograph moment
stiff brackish and white
a portrait of every
dream in it's death.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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