Here’s a bit of trouble poetry. The Clearing can sneak up on you like a thief.
The Clearing
If you should stumble upon0
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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