that's just the wild wood
Saturday, July 24, 2021
I can snap them for the porch. Mocking me, while the family hauls away my trees one twig at a time.
"Cocked in that land tactile as leaves
wild things wait crouched in those valleys
west of your city outside your lives
in the ultimate wind, the whole land's wave.
Come west and see; touch these leaves."
by William Stafford
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