The Scent of Me

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Dark, my scent the smoke of wood fungus

Hidden, my intimate flesh the sugared amber sap of trees

Returning, my under arms the rotting nurture of fallen leaves

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The fertile air tentacles

leaving traces

of spores and maple and mold.

Some leave quickly and some take hold.

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Poem and painting … j.h.white.

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