Monday, December 28, 2015

Looking Closer – v2

As I reached down
To unlock my canoe
From the tree,
I held onto a black birch
Sapling’s branch.

There, next to my hand,
Was the vacated shell,
The skin of the cicada,
The remains of the nymph,
Clutching the tender
Branch of the young tree.

Captured by my eye
A small fleeting moment
Even though it matched
The smooth black bark;
Because I stopped,
Enjoyed the vision,
And looked closer.

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edited December 28, 2015
Looking Closer – v2

posted February 14, 2004
written 6/18/2001 11:49am
Looking Closer

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