We tramped the woods
clear out to the paddy,
abreast that green cataract,
whitewatered
in your peripheral vision,
out until the sky swirled
wretched rare pink, like
my tell-tale heart.
When finally I exhaled,
you were able to see.
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| photo by Mary Ann Potter |
The Sunday Challenge at Real Toads features the beautiful photography of poet, artist, and fellow Toad Mary Ann Potter. Whoosh, that image is simply incredible.
