Dirt Pudding

Pigmented scents
of leather flowers
fly by fauna from afar

Brownie soil and
velvet violets
draft a woodland memoir.

Doe deer dance with leaping locusts,
Moss proposes to the twine,

Swooning loons sing sultry serenade
Moonlight drips onto shoreline

A sour sun
once shriveled raisins
as it grew drunk from cypress sap.

Now Dionysus holds the flask
and cackles
for,
these are his grapes of wrath.

 

 

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