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Monday, September 26, 2011

THE OLD WOOD IN LATE SEPTEMBER





once
labyrinth blind alleys
open now a new way to see beyond
brush vine that twine to choke
young saplins drying to grow years of deadfall
cuttings trash savage bramble
neighborhood midden bags bottles odd rotted tennis balls
tires discarded sod briers
forgotten toys shingles paper rags bones
an old boat trailer flat tires hay garbage weeds
made right
wilderness spirits welcome
crepitant ghosts now a banquet table
doe buck fawn fox rare bear coyote squirrel mice chipmunks
happy family guests cats on bowed wind soaked roots
yawn up or deep beneath playful feel and migratory
flocks dine well on ruined oak dogwood wild rose walnut
hickoryberries polychrome leaves dance a reel in dapple bright
paths leading to triumphant new
light
light
light

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