Friday, March 8, 2019

Impossible

Walking alone
in the mist
beneath a setting sun
amid an empty forest
he found a curious bottle
mottled with time
and full of wonder
for although, on top of the bottle
the cap was solidly in place,
within
there grew a tiny fern
lush and green
and impossible.

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