Without doubts…

A worker among thieves.

Fanning out among the glamour trees.

To behold the fern.

Is to be exact.

Feeling its fingers…

Nimble in the in between.

Braiding the sun.

assaying in and out of life.

Ever…So green.

As if, fulfilling the gaps of a ponderous dream.

 

I cannot say why I find the fern so fascinating.

It seems miraculous.

Always kneeling, praying, waiting.

 

 

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