a chance afternoon

The forest calls me
as I walk into the fog
blown by the wind
and in patches
shows me a vibrant green
that can only be seen
after an evening drizzle.

I’m not thinking
and nothing bothers me
as I float into the fog
and into the forest -green
the kind that can only be seen
after an evening drizzle.

it takes me a while to realize
my hands – my fingers
my muddy boots
and wet soles
for nothing is on my mind
but this trance,
as the forest calls me
into the fog
to show me a vibrant green
that can only be seen
after an evening drizzle.

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