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Decay

Fall-Winter-Spring

By Modest NomadPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Photo Credit: Abstral Official

Why did I bring home-

Salmon Oshi Aburi?

Now, rancid on shelves.

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Soured by times’ decay-

in evolved, sodden, brined scales;

on cypress wood planks.

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We spawn in tempests-

with equivocal forces.

Regeneration.

nature poetrysurreal poetry

About the Creator

Modest Nomad

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