I saw a Spirit
walking in the wettish woods
almost as if
he were real
he had a corporeal inconsistency
like an evening fog and
I feel his presence sometimes,
still.
Monday, October 25, 2021
Friday, October 8, 2021
Down
Down near the Earth
where the Living all start
and the Dying wait their turn
patiently
like autumn flowers
It was down near the earth
that I awoke
covered in leaves and forest debris
chilled in the early autumn dew
and I said to myself
I said
"Not again..."
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