Lost In A Chosen Wood Poem by Justin Tallman

Lost In A Chosen Wood



the wind blows
whispering directions
commonly given to a fool
with disagreement the trees
oppositely sway
to the sun
dawning a new day
the clouds quickly cover
the new display
can't do anything else
than adopt this new
struggling play

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