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Lichen

Lichen slides
across this branch
like skin, thin blue waves
of dry watery ripples,

fragile dimples sleeping
over scaley bark
for years and years,
so subtle I pass it by,

so bold it creeps along
where nothing else will grow,
blanketing a hard cold stone,
or carressing deep crevices

of the cottonwood, glazing
the trunk in crinkeld silk,
ocean’s greens and blues
far from the sea.

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Posted February 27, 2013 by perettipoems in Nature, POEMS & ART COPYRIGHTED, Poetry

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