Friday, September 16, 2016

Step forward from between the trees
which have always stood before me
                             when I enter
                             they are old
                             eating air on the
                             ancient low mountains
Step forward as you will step back
the shadow is the threshold

Come out of the forest
loam on your feet
        I am lucky the moon
        is so bright.

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