Bootstrap 169

9/4/22

in the breeze I edit
inside a shadow confessing to itself
green vines tug at bark
precisely placed
resembling grasshoppers in the brush
fresh wooden railings that invite the testing touch
or a mystery
now flickering in an arch

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