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An Embrace of Green Thorns
Come closer
into trees that capture light—
where every shape can be seen in nature.
Come closer
into the cover of these trees—
out of the rain that puddle-forms the landscape,
the hard dirt now wet and running and
brown, a path that others have taken.
Come closer
into an embrace of green
thorns, branches rough from weathering,
webs lattice-like, the bodies of dead
mice covered by last year’s cones,
dints being made in puddles
and a darkness.
Come closer
and accept the blackness
for there is no light or love here,
no soul for miles,
no feeling but hatred,
no reason but existence,
no sound but the rain making any sign
you were ever in these woods
disappear.
An
Embrace of Green Thorns
by David Clink
NOTES:
Appeared in the chapbook,
Shapeshifter,
October 2004.
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