![]() GREEN AIRA Poem by VolA breathy forest carpet of undergrowth and fallen limbs, and an occasional tree across my path, lies there soft and fungal, a place to rest and look around or close my eyes to listen.
I’m an intruder, an invader, and have stilled the movements of birds and small rodents so, unless the wind sighs one dry branch into another to rustle the leaves, I’m pretty much alone.
I like the quiet. But I pick myself up and crash along breaking twigs and branches with every step and bring calamity to whole civilizations of little creatures.
I wonder what their media and governments have to say about the trampled villages and collapsed tunnels? I read somewhere that every earthquake footfall crushes eleven spiders and no telling who else.
What other microcosms of no consequence to me are left in smoking ruins, the inhabitants flying in panic? A small brook of clear water makes its lazy way to lower ground, so I look for an outcrop in the cool damp to sit again, remove my shoes, and wash my feet © 2025 VolFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on March 20, 2025 Last Updated on March 20, 2025 Author![]() VolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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