Swamps are my latest passion.
Look through the bayou m to see tendrils
Hanging down, gnarly plants reaching up
knotted Fingers grappling with your shoe lace
Schlepping to find your foot is no longer attached to your shoe
which is Sloww-ily disappearing into the muck.
Swamps have purpose and nothing stops or stomps
The process- Bile regurgitated into new clean water- Eventually.
Lauren McKinley Renzetti
March 21, 2011