Wet Woods
by Harvest McCampbell
i stand
breathing
in the scent
of the wet woods
herbs and vines
exhale
firs and madrones
inhale
the very grass resonates oxygen
into the air
and we breathe
together
the ones who fly
the ones who creep
the ones who run on hooves
the ones who slink
we all breathe
together
here
in the fragrant
wet woods
volume 11(5)
This poem is copyright © 5/19/06,
Harvest McCampbell, all rights reserved.
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