Tuesday, December 3, 2024

in the hand of woods

i'm
spoiled by these woods,
the large
green hand
of trees,
that blue
sleeve
of stream.
by the absence
of cars
passing through.
not a neon
sign to be
seen.
i'm
unjealous
of the house on the hill,
the mansion
with a gate.
the penthouse
on the roof.
no,
this is good, good enough
for me.
an oasis
to escape.

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