Thoreau

I went into the woods

Because bark is harder than skin

Because the birds tell me to call for longer days and hiding in tall grass

 

The essential facts of life

Are followed by polished leather shoes and ink stained hands

Are left without rereading initials carved into trees

 

To learn what they had to teach

A shadow box of bent spoons and carved soap

A hammock wrapped in my father’s arms

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