Escape the Forest

The fading forests timbered; shadows
plummeting as I hoped to absent encroaching
dusk, rabbits, like specters, whisked along.
My ears so pricked to the sound of berated
mud, footfalls like a young raging creek,
where only poorly held infants could
drown.  My element inclined to clear that
glade of swallowed bottles and cigar boxes
that others had laid.  The meter of my gaze
ran down river trails and lasting suns – against
the backdrop of intermingling clouds, soon
to blot out the rising mountains of the night,
to parch their peaks of stars and dreams of flight.


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