Poetry Drawer: The Listeners by Ted Eames

mushy

Dun fronds of undulating seaweed

mimic each subtle pulse of current

along endlessly repeated branches,

radial ribbons that taper

to barely visible, barely tangible,

diaphanous feathers of nerve-wires.

 

Compacted miles of forest fungus

riddle the woodland soil,

gauze-silken nets of subterranean fern

rippling with each wave of loam-warmth,

feeding off the trees, feeding the trees,

finest tendril-tips defying the senses.

 

But sea creatures hear the susurrus of the sea-sorrel;

earth denizens hear the secret sigh of the saprophyte.

 

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