unnumbered
as the forests vanish
behind
the land
a
mirror sky
the
bone home of the gone
little
house in the woods
where
image and emotion live
each
always daring the other
there
is no way of dwelling forever
we
have to pity the homeless gods
their
morsels of worship
Wow Kit I love this. & I love the last stanza. I think it stands alone. And oh yes- that place where image and emotion live...
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ReplyDeleteI second that emotion...although I feel the last 2 stanzas could be a little leaner.