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Selection of Poems The Stranger The Circle Zero The Butterfly Salt Dog The Old Bees Empty Page Chamomile The Fall Swim Soil Autumn Winds Insomnia haiku Beauty Broke Poem To Ease Two Candles Swollen River Innocence Night Shower Whole Nature Point of Blue Gone Emptying Turning Point Mary In Caves Morning Snow Poet The Path The Virgin of the Abused Snake Medicine Intact Black Tree Disappearing Trace Fine Spider Web
The Stranger The Circle Zero The Butterfly Salt Dog The Old Bees Empty Page Chamomile The Fall Swim Soil Autumn Winds Insomnia haiku Beauty Broke Poem To Ease Two Candles Swollen River Innocence Night Shower Whole Nature Point of Blue Gone Emptying Turning Point Mary In Caves Morning Snow Poet The Path The Virgin of the Abused Snake Medicine Intact Black Tree Disappearing Trace Fine Spider Web
Alone in a forest Trying to permeate, But this trying is what Keeps me separate. When I see blood Sinking into soil, Twisted fingers Becoming roots,
Rivers flowing Through womb, And throat and eyes, My toes curl
Into what I am ~ What kept me apart Dissolves to nothing. And all that’s left
Is the forest.
I am the forest.
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