in a wooded place
a nose pokes up to whiff
whose silent trail marks the race?
in a wooded place
eyes poke up to see
cleared to run, and hide, and seek
now the game is on
flurry tree to tree
shadows dapple, light escapes
shadows darken light's escape
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Succulent Skin
PoetryAs an ongoing work conceived with no rigid form or rule over content, many subjects receive treatment in widely varying voices and styles. To go with a lot of the unstructured free verse, there are even a few pseudo-rap or hip-hop styled pieces, pro...
