Tuesday, May 7, 2024

Litte Woodrose - 1

 One 

I can still remember 

the first time I walked 

in the forest in Oregon


It defines green, more

green than Ireland or

than money, more green


than the ocean is blue.

I still remember the first 

hike on the path that 


we had never been on before,

we didn't know the curves

My son could barely walk 


and now, the forest is much 

smaller, calmer, tamer

No unknown stairs or 


crooked corners to lose

children or lose ourselves

just a small loop, like a high school track 


surrounded by houses and cars

and women sitting in the window

mocking me with their legs.  

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