On a road I walk
in white space with only tress.
They appear inky
with black roots aimed down, seemingly suspended
as if they grew from their own will
without something to start from-
impossible.
Joining me on my walk is a raccoon, my new companion.
He is already colorless
unaffected by the surrounding landscape.
Nose erect he sniffs the air.
Picking up a scent, he freezes- frightened.
Then turns and scampers past me down the road.
I continue on the path, ignoring abandoners.
I am stopped by a hand reaching over the shoulder.
Sinewy fingers twitch slightly
once
twice
thrice
in rhythm with my central pump
Then slowly turn off the firmed path towards the whiteness.
Quickly long inky tendrils spurt forth from the tips.
They snake through the air, past a tree
continuously going until they are out of sight.
But I know they creep on.
My path is confirmed
even if I can’t see it, yet.
 Shigatsu Suno · Mon Oct 01, 2007 @ 05:36am · 0 Comments |
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