Sunday, March 05, 2006

Sometimes the Way is Not Clear

I have drawn a map of my heart,
and pinned it to the wall for study.
Yours is the biggest region,
vast acres covered with pine forest.
Just as you are now unable
to replant the ruined miles,
I was unable to uncover
their secrets during my time there.
I walked so many years
over an unpaved road,
where trees leaned in to protect me
from the worst of the rain
or the heat of midday.
As I looked to the east, I saw
a stand of birches,
black and white and backlit
by fall poplars, yellow-leaved
and vibrant in the breeze.

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