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the green poem :: glenna luschei

by on May 30, 2015

All these months
I’ve lived in a rain forest
climbing the walls of trees
like a vanilla vine.

On top of each tree
was another tree.
I thought my umbrella
was the sun.

I’m out!

Taking long steps to meet you
in my yellow slicker.

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