Moss-draped boles uphold a dimming sky blooming vines thread the grass, and a decaying log shelters the passion of dragonflys. Frogs croak, leaping, splashing desperate to escape the wading cranes and swimming snakes. life feeds upon itself in an orgy of excess. And in the lost soggy heart of the wilderness, I see a cabin. Chimney smoke spirals into the eventide and I hear the metalic plinking of a rabid banjo, warring with the mockingbirds. I draw my harmonica from hiding preparing to enter the fray.
There are so many imageries and interpretation on this poem. I'd like to read this once at its face value and then perhaps a feel times to digest the abstract.
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Good write, Lee!
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
JC xoxoxo