Forest

Filled with trees
and shadow,
myth and
dark rumor
of what was
and what might be
lurking behind, and between.

Get lost
if you dare,
in that roiling
morass
of
Possibility.

Or,
run back to the village,
and be comforted
and fattened by love ones-

The forest will be there,

Waiting.

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