The Ancients Mario Vitale Poetry

local_library The Ancients

by Mario Vitale

Published in Issue No. 248 ~ January, 2018

It’s my last day with the old giants
In mourning I hike the lost trails,
sniffing the aroma of the bark,
that cinnamon of the forest
Under teepees of wood
in a membrane of shadows,
I stalk the earth, its mammal traces,
its elusive tracks,
to sit on a fallen log
where spiders macramé,
moss sloping to my knees
unaware of invisibles within,
grubbing in their tunnels
A lizard taps my foot,
responding, I muse to its touch,
my thoughts like Indian visions,
And when daylight mushrooms into night,
and an owl hoots from cedar,
I still sit with a lizard on my shoe
Huddled with the ancients of the woods

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Poet with over 1,000 toward platform. Have been established on, Starlitecafe & Poetrysoup. Other works incude short story's of Butch Malone & Mountaintop Experience.