Ode to a Gulch

Annelise Rue-Johns

A tear in the cement skin of the city
Green treetops underfoot
Looking down on a canopy
Swaying dangerously in the wind.

The world slows.
A vibrant forest
  A rushing stream
A silent air
The squelch of footfalls
   In deep mud
A moment’s respite
From the world above.

Worlds forgotten.
Remnants of what was.
A pulse - a heartbeat - a breath
Of a wild earth remembered.

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