you
have wandered
lost
a long time.
The
woods all dark now,
birded
and eyed.
Then
a light, a cabin, a fire, a door standing open.
The
fairy tales warn you:
Do
not go in,
you
who would eat will be eaten.
You
go in. You quicken.
You
want to have feet.
You
want to have eyes.
You
want to have fears.
Are you okay? I miss your posts. I've discovered some poets I did not know thanks to you, and I teach the stuff I find here in my jail workshops. Are you okay?
ReplyDeleteAll good, just hadn't updated. Hopefully you enjoy the updates since! Thank you for your comment, and I hope the jail workshops continue to go well. That's tremendously inspiring work to hear about. Best wishes.
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