Wednesday, June 08, 2022

in the woods

I've been sleeping with hands gathered
into tight fists

so nothing messy... nothing I have to fight 
enters my dreams

here where trees are leaning on each other
is a new aloneness

so I wait for thoughts of you to grow up in
the dirt of my mind 

Pic: Baker Woods

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