just around the corner lies a
vista undiscovered. walk
with me through the stand
of ancient trees to unveil
the isolation of my heart.
in the deeply recessed glen
grass and poppies drape the
clearing like a field of colored
candies longing for my touch,
only to withdraw at my glance.
the fauna wilts away under
the covering of my shadow
until only barren dirt and twigs
remain, a reminder of what might
have been, of what now remains.
21 March 2009 by Glen Alan Woods
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