The Musings of a Malcontent
Friday, April 29, 2016
Poems and Prose #141 - Vapors
I grab a stick
and poke the bloated corpse,
foul stenches lingering.
The lack of reflex
reassures me that
I'm in this fog alone.
Frogs and crickets sing an aria,
and I extend my arm,
reaching for the nearest tree.
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