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I’m unsure if all of me returned

A murmur of a memory

childhood dreaming days

rootless wandering

scratching the bark to verify

a sassafras tree

digging the root for tea

morels lurked down that canopied

lane where the Jack-in-the-Pulpit

played by

the carving tree

my jck a little below

rpk

pek

jkk

the tree that held history

and did not over-grow

nor perish

 

Those photos you sent

propelled me tripping

skipping back

diverted in that dream

 

I’m unsure if all of me returned

© Jilly’s 2016

Day 11

28 Days of Unreason

“I’m Unsure if All of Me Returned”
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A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

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