Today's poem is by Jacob J Billingsley

The Felled
       

our bodies plaqued with wet leaves in the seam of fall
shoulder out of enclosures stamped into the ground
as passed from hand to hand chipped nuggets of root go
with muscled vine and tendrils of fine resin dripping
on the smooth-of-dark sleep-cut stone in dim October
and this building calm in the slumping tug of the hush
our bodies plaqued with wet leaves in this seam of fall
move buoyantly in the twig-steam and spiced vapor
of the all-living duff as we assemble unknowingly
the mudstuck bower where we'll at last lay down

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from ALOCASIA
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