[((( )))]

cat tails, the river’s eyelashes. 
i stroke the feathered forms,
for the breeze had them flirting
and i couldn’t resist.

water-logged moss
and the pudding movement of mud pies
that coalesce beneath your feet 
to fold into the old earth.

angelic insects
hover
to drift above the growing fish,
suspended
in a thick molasses current.
with a wink they move sporadic 
to change places on the glassy surface
that ripples consequently
in miniature rings.

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Kiley Hudson is a poet and plant enthusiast born and raised in southern California. She is a UCLA graduate with a BA in Art History and a minor in Geography // Environmental Studies. 

She now lives on a homestead in Northern California with her partner, their two dogs, two cats and ten chickens. Nature is her biggest muse. Follow along with her on Instagram @earthnalo // @earthnalopoetry

Photo: Sam Droege