Austyn O'Dwyer Poems

Where are you glade?
Where do you live?
Or are you but a part of me?
Where is your grand, majestic limb,
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Sometimes
It's easy to feel like a single pinhole of light
On a cloudy, onyx-black night
All the rest blotted out and asleep behind opaque wisps
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In August I found an old canoe
Well it wasn't a canoe it was a lightning-struck trunk
Of some wonderful oak
That sailed forever in a sea of red ferns.
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