Arroyo Creek Park, Sept 2018, photo credit, Shannon Laws

Arroyo Creek

by Shannon P. Laws

The death berries are still
The holly berries are hidden
The blackberries I grab by the handful
Round ones unprotected by a spider
not yet eaten by the robin

Deeper I travel into this old growth grove
Lay my body down at those roots
of Lady Cedar, she accepts the offering
Forest floor fingers unknit my soul
Gulliver it down to a creek
I let them
take
me

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