Indigo Woods

Nomad, tree-born,

cryptic calypso

wading through

wind-swept branches,

if embraced too tight

by vines wound

taught around his windpipe

while sheathing his ode

to the nymphs

that call the sylvan

their home,

an orpheum

for a newcomer’s symphony,

long-awaited concierto, his

long-awaited newly-completed idea

born from roots

still porpoising through

this silten atmosphere,

going to battle with

snakes, banishing them

back to their pits

all the while

whistling to us

his tree-born sea chantey

as willing captives

capture drops of euphony

in a rain dish

in hopes of

finally

feeding this tree again.

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