A blowing wind spins up from the still and serene
Late at night a summer heat
When the sun’s not there to instigate
Knocks upon the old forest doors
Jiggles handles of Walnut trees
Latch unlatch latch unlatch
Jounces the stars from their blackberry jars
Bread crumbs for the young treasure hunters
Embers of Pied-Piper mice
Scurry from the lady’s midnight fire
Deep to the black woods
She stands up
A scarecrow of cancer
Brings down her arms
Allows the airy wand
To tap her body
Throat stomach thighs
She throws open the door
Lets the wood dance and sigh
With this charged billow of summer magic
Her skin soothes as chambray
Hair grows like wheat in fields
Bones weightless leaves in the trees
Ruffling ruffling
She is free she is free.
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