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Mystical Gypsy Moth-Laden Tree Of Yore Only I Knew About
gypsy tree
in my youth
hidden on the hill
where my father would hunt deer
wild game
and me
on the tree hidden
slow, undulating wings.
hundreds, if not thousands of Gypsy moths
revealed
reminding of black and yellow fungi
clasping tree corpses
on a nearby logging trail.
but, age cannot rediscover that tree
hoping to glimpse
a timeless revision
hewn from an old stump.
a decaying mind
harvested by vexing gypsies
that grew in me
flew from my room
truth eaten
spare a few words eulogizing.
fleeting, fleeting, we're all fleeting and holding onto this ride before it stops.
4.26.20
still working on. only one type of punctuation for now
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