(I walked out the door without my camera this morning
so here is an old photo of some wintery Virginia woods,
Even though I am well aware it is clearly summer
And the view in no way reflects what im about to say)
And the view in no way reflects what im about to say)
A crow
Alerting my arrival
I meander
Draped in the wrecked nights work of spiders
Emerging, once more, into the sunlight
On a field long hidden away, I am born again
Experiencing light for the first time
Before plunging
Back into the darkness
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