CAMOUFLAGE IN GREEN

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Other worlds underfoot
within our own
become delightful details

in a forest for greenhorns
to explore new territory,
to learn fresh songs,

dance steps and innovative
ways of reckoning
that becomes instinct

beneath the surface
of these grasses grazed.
I am the intruder opening

an alfalfa valve, turning
water loose to run
across a thirsty pasture,

as one of its wet souls
leaps and startles me—
then freezes and stays.

 

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