A forest

January 18, 2015 § Leave a comment

In every poem, there must be a forest — 
Dark, deep for things to hide in.
Behind each leaf, an eye —
behind each eye, a leaf.
Panopticon of leaves,
the paws you won’t hear and the
breath you won’t see.
In every forest, there is a wolf.
In every poem, there must be a forest.

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