When the fireworks began
he was already deep
in the dampness of trees
three paces ahead not looking
back and hands of darkness
reached out pressing
your face and you
could sense the movement
of vines shining shooting
from one branch to another
weaving the woods fine weft
closing all the open spaces
so each night you had to
go a little further to find
what you were seeking
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: MaxPixel
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