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Braúlio Carrillo [319]
Braúlio Carrillo
Deep in this forest the sky's banished,
along this path moist tan, beige, brown
of rotting leaves and bark, a neverending
march of black dots carrying green offerings
past mushrooms. In the dark, fungus
finds its way. Then beckoning there—
across the bridge where a brook babbles:
a blotch of red—fallen from above.
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