Forest Haunt
It seems old poems never die,
remain inchoate, ill-defined.
No matter how hard we may try,
they haunt the forests of the mind.
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Third Place Winner
for the Bite Size Poem no.44 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
written 05/15/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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