but I found a way to say no
to the wood in my house
it kept creaking
wouldn’t stop talking
I found a way to say no
I need to be standing
in the warmth of the wood
that the sun made
I need to find myself dissolving
otherwise it is all otherwise
I’m lost, did I say that
I saw the frill of light today
walking on the path
could you hear the stirring
in the wood, pine needles
and the branches
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