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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.

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

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