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so close i can taste


a light rain
more a mist
a wet veil
cools the humid air
that clutches
and claws
like some silent
assailant that cant be escaped
it swirls
in slight eddies
like cool water
in a warm pool
sweat runs off me
in a stream
still it feels like spring
life constantly flows here
something always in bloom
mushrooms sprout and die
sprout and die
the resurrection fern
mostly green
sleeping only hours at a time
the rain seems to never stop
yet does nothing
to subdue the humidity
giving life
to all this glorious green
even I
suffocating in the heavy air

Image by Johannes Hofmann


  1. So, you must be about 7ft tall now?

    I love this. You describe the suffocating, yet life giving humidity in a way that I feel like I am experiencing it. Making me grateful I live where the termination dust has arrived, the leaves are golden and autumn is the last hurrah before hunkering down, cozily in front of the fire to celebrate hygge.

    Yes, I think I’m amusing ๐Ÿ˜‰


    • I could use a little termination dust. We are going through the hottest days of the year right now. The climate wavers oh so slightly between โ€œgod help me Iโ€™m meltingโ€ and โ€œholy crap, was that a breeze or am I in a wet convection oven?โ€

      That was my turn at being amusing ๐Ÿ™‚

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