the way the forest shelters
unintentionally, unconcerned
without thanks
shelters the animals
the moss
the manic monkeys
the forest is one
made of many
like a sea
of faces only seen
as a crowd blurring
smeared then erased
leaving only fine white
chalk-dust
behind
the way the forest shelters
i cannot shelter you
i am too invested—
curious too—
attached—
taking a lesson from the forest
i lean back
and fall knowing
earth will catch me—
absorb me without a thought
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