A Wooden Scene Poem by Stan Petrovich

A Wooden Scene



Headlights illuminate the tangle of branches
Where nearby you will sleep
They are bony encrusted arms able to choke a horse
You will have to close your eyes sooner or later
And who knows what they will be up to
To be strangled is inappropriate
Especially by a roughhewn cedar
Greygreen now in the headlights
And tantalizing in the wind

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