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deep in this wood

the ancient trees exist

wise in their lordship

over the river

*

i rest midbridge and look to the sky

*

water flecks my skin, either

spits from the shivering canopy

or from a shower

penetrating the lush cover.

*

when a tree falls here

the others catch it,

holding it’s new position,

uprooted from the ground

or splintered somewhere in between

 

*

midbridge, i am resting

 

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