Poem: The Reach

 between-a-rock-and-a-hard-place

Clings to a rock

Root suckles at soil

Leaf stretches for warmth.

Where moss can grow

Footholds of green

Press on gray.

Love’s caress breathes your scent

Stuck to you as bark along the branch.

Wood, too wet to burn

Smokes out the flies

—Noisy pests that seek blood.

***

tunnel discover
The Tunnel

*inspired by trees growing out of rock at

Western Washington University’s arboretum tunnel

Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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