Walking Through Trees
Walking Through TreesSlowly walking through trees
Under an arch of their years
How dense are their roots?
How deep are their roots,
one grave or two?
Who walked here before?
Another lost soul?
A well meaning fool?
A writer of droll?
A reader of schmaltz?
The World in a wood
Just passing through
Him with his thoughts
Me with my two
Her, deep in pain.
Desiring the silence
A wood cannot give
Thousands of lifetimes
Determined to live
None of them human.
Invasive procedure
So far so good
My tread leaving echoes
Where deaf shoots have stood
I’ll walk on
posted by john @ 9:28 pm
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