Trail Head
Sharp pricks of rain
smack my face
like spit spewing from an angry sky
Niplets thump
their message
on long, wide leaves
urging a spongy sunset
to massage
the mist rising
from a frond-filled forest floor.
Sloppy apathetic mud
sucks
at my boots
squashy, squishy
quaggy steps
search
for
the destination
of
my
procrastination .
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