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
flimsy-like

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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