That Mist

That mist
encountered on a spring evening
just after rains trapped the warmth that chose to flow

the mist that draws out those heady scents of green and earth
that drapes

loose woven linen
angled gently across forest ground cover

a gnarled tree looping itself out
like a leg from under the covers
on a summer’s night

one body’s attempt to find just enough air
just enough comfort

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