is fine for me, through
these woods.
i know them well,
i know
where the water
begins,
where it ends,
where
there is no trail.
these trees
in all seasons
know me.
for years
i've trudged through
the ice
and snow,
the hard
july dirt or bramble
to get to some other side
of things.
again, i'll go.
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