No Need to Be Strong

Here’s a bit of trouble poetry. The Clearing can sneak up on you like a thief.

The Clearing

If you should stumble upon 
 a clearing in the woods
 wallow a little
 
gulp up the sunlight
 hold hands across shrubs
 and lay down on dark green moss
 
the magpie will spot you /
 the wood's glistening treasure 
 whisk you off
 
out of the dark dangerous woods
 away from the ghosts and the gremlins
 to where rivers are rushing
 
mild winds caress
 soft skins meet
 and clearings reign

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