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From the deep wood

I know you will tell me you are
somewhere
a window once held the frame of your face

I look at the wood that once held the deep secret of a forest
long gone to make the borders of this enclosure
the sun alone finds a way into

if only time could be undone through some kindness
mushrooms and the deep moss hide
before the sharpened ax fell to silence

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It's been too long, hope all is
stupendous, or at least close.

"they put in a parking lot"

your poem sent me off in song

thanks,

Richard

hi

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