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I’d like to canoe
around you,
fairy island
and skate your perimeter
when winter’s
sheathed you in glass
castle sparklings.

Dark Woods

Dark Woods

Beneath the gazebo secret reveries run,

charging through ancient branches and a cave of wordless timing ~

my tailbone curved in solitudes until the quiet row home.

The stories we whispered here are louder than the traffic in those streets.

Dark Woods

Dark Woods