dark
in the cold wind,
lightly clothed,
and lost.
i wonder
if i will survive
a night out here
in this
immense forest,
this park.
the car is somewhere,
down
some path
to the lot.
i have no water no food,
my phone is dead.
i've lost my way,
not knowing
east from west,
walking
and walking
not marking or seeing
where i was
going,
not a bread crumb dropped,
hour after hour
lost in thought.
it's not unlike most days,
minus
the trees, the rushing
stream,
the trembling wash
of silvered
rocks and in the darkened
brush nearby
the eyes
of startled fox.
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