04 May 2026

Woods and Trees (poem)

 

Mechanics of death
searched for lost keys
engines of cobwebs troubling wielder’s
evolving fields of schemes

  Where planets set to run
gravitational courses for stars
coalesce from shadows
condensates dropping like dew into being
glistening time like manna caught on branches

  They forgot that motors idling
exhaust being and time
for the living fallen into maelstroms
thoughtless fall beyond a dreamscape

  Not important enough to remember
some respect felt for emotionless fences
standing in fields like white pickets
honoring cemeteries' ashes and dust
formerly known as woods and trees.

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