Somewhere
Somewhere in these busy woods
a woodpecker tattoos tree bark.
Somewhere songbirds and squirrels
hustle like hoodlums on arboreal streets.
Sometimes, when somewhere,
I am a rope-less tent
pitched under a million acres of sky.
Tall Firs push up to break through
to where the air
billows and sails.
Somewhere my path is still moving on.
Here, beyond any mechanical entropy
is an unruffled forest glade,
a good place to be bewitched
in a dappled circle of nowhere.
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