Into the Maritime Forest
the flora is alive and watching
The path turns from dirt to sand,
trees aligned make way to dendron curving
- living memory of all winds never ceasing, ever-present;
turned diminutive to be in their home ever-moving.
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This copse of trees is young, bright, and deep
not yet tracking visitors and trespasser;
preoccupied with reclaiming, being a traverser
with miles to cover before they finds their keep.
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The aster, the plum, pepper bush, and foxglove
keep silent track of relatives crushed and plucked.
Wren and sparrow, watchful, follow the rushed
as lone Person looks over shoulder and brach in cautious stops.
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Walking among pitch pines pitched towards land inwards
twisted, gnarling limbs to the marshland stretching
in inverse of waves to the sand it goes towards
hidden in sight history of a place moving.
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Shadow and sun in movement envelop
glass wort and shrub the ever watchful crop
among pine needles and lilting sounds, shifts develop
taking time giving reminders for Visitor to look up.
About the Creator
Chaia Levi
like if Nabokov had a brain injury
artist, writer, photographer
instagram, tiktok, tumblr: @chaialevi
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