~Deana J. Tavares

The lichen knows

The lichen grows

Down from the brain

Out through the nose

Crawling covering

Lips of rose

Trailing down

This winding road

Suddenly the pace is slowed

Sprouting looms

Silken arms

Weaving webs of witful charms

Tangled strands

Latch onto sleeves



Smoldering thieves

Enveloping asterisks

Question marks


Breaking free

To salutations


Blown in the wind

Wispy chains

Adhere again

Flapping wings of songs contained

Subtle wrinkles

Still remain

 © 2017

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