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“Gulley” by J. Greg Harding
GULLEY
J. Greg Harding
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Brumble jungle, Ditch dug, humble Habitat of undulating Flora-fauna, trundle Beds for micromonsters Huddling in mud.
The prehistoric critters Wriggle larger than my eyes, Helicopterous wings And leggy things Settle secret nests and Find their niche under
Stones softened by Tumbling waterful blunder, Falling and fumbling From gravity’s pull Until suitable servants For mossflower growth.
Walls of vinefalls Dripping sweat onto Shower slick ledges That overhang time Slowed in this valley Of prehistoric
wonder.
