Tree-man gathers and smiles in the plains that are his own, shrubs and bushes alongside also grin and rustle, they watch as he explores his land, attends to the fallen leaves as gently as if each were a sacred sign, they are, in fact, because they’re quietly home grown. Each delicate marking, each unique shade of yellow, brown or green makes his heart swoon, his mood heady [...]
Poem: The Search – 04/02/21

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