[ transmission VI ] a hiding place

08.24.2011

[ 08.07.2011 ]

The trees will shelter me
with their loving branches
in the summertime,
and they will bury me
beneath their mountains of red
in the harvest
to become a prismatic igloo
(mottled with sunny leaves)
in the wintertime –
the safest place to hide.

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