polished.
i see trees
a thin rift within the thickest thicket
lifeless, leafless
trunk to twig
i see the moon
a yellowed sickle in a purple sea
painting shadows with negative space
the endless soft illuminator
i see a cloud
a single cumulus puff
a lavender blip on the immeasurable indigo radar
a shapeless loner
i see the earth
cracked and hardened sepia tones
a sole-packed padded mass
tortured terra firma
i see the weeds
a tangled, gnarled gnash
a constricting, waxy ocean of greens
thick, assorted, alive
i see a wolf
an arched, mottled, molting back
a languishing lupine silhouette
an onyx lunar cutout
i am flesh
a crumpled heap
an unfamiliar shape
soft and hard
red and white
skin and bones
torn and snapped
i saw
i was