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Monday, April 26, 2004

Out in the woods

A space in the dark untrammeled woods
Off the path
Under the watch of maples and birch
A bed of lady slippers
Clustered like a twin-bed
Lit with filtered spring light

Planted for me to find
By myself, with my thoughts
Discoverer, tromping through the mud of the season
near the lost stone wall, rusted wagon wheel
and bale of barbed wire

By the lean-to I built
To get away
Where I stayed overnight
Exploring the hill,
the bank below the rocks

I could find it still, I believe
I’m sure; I’ve shown others
Because magic can be held
and finding it means you can again
out in the woods



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