The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Blind Wanderings

The tickle of a breeze carries
the thick bantering of phytoredolence
screams of aphids and sun damage
amid the heady hang of the gravid scent
of wanton inflorescence and the
winged pheremones of the tumescent
so chortles awash the babbling
of melodic whirlpools splashing
warmth against the softness of
stones sand burnished tombstones
of grand movements that left these
whispering sands we call earth
the toe mud of unthrown urns
and melted cuneiform shards
here the soil spawns amanita fairies
beckoning me to pine needle tea
as they paint logs in lion's mane
and I struggle to remember wildflowers
honey thick with nectar molasses
for my lichen-skinned soul breathes
such kindred air it hesitates to exhale
the embrace and strip down from an
atmosphere hovering so gently even
the moonfall fails to dispel
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