UNTITLED
whole green leaves
eaten away
across an expansive
canopy of undergrowth.
soft wet soil
pulled slowly toward the sea
as bits of rocky structure
show through
and red-brown, mossy trunks
cling low & climb high
to chase the water and the light.
William Connolly eats, sleeps, writes and studies (art, religion, other people) in Boston, Massachusetts. He lives in a swamp, wet boots, pretty birds, odd bugs everywhere, with mold like you wouldn't believe.
