Wood Intimations by Hy Boltz

Like some dog-eared page
of genetic code,
ancestral home in shadow
shapes at the blurred edge
of vision—
shy woodland creature
known, unexplainably,
in the dank duff
old growth,
this source, this
first mother
receptive only to
whispers and oblique
glances. Come sit
with yourself a few
quiet moments, reach
under the matt of leaves
and roots, tangled
mycelial web.
Receive these
wood intimations.

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