Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Bogs are purple and green

They have split-trunked trees, beset by fungus and Labrador Tea.

Welcome.  A green bed in a purple room.

Cedars are regimented and intolerant.  Under story not allowed.

This last one is really two, a velvet couple entwined, standing, dancing, reaching for light.  They'll topple together like drunks, laughing all the way down to a landing soft, damp, green and purple.

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