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POEMS FROM THE WOOD:

MALC


Wish you were here...
On the rope you'd cling,
and yet, unseen,
this tree still sheds its
tears of green.

You flew from the highest branch -
fearless and free,
and yet,
a short life of darkness
ended suddenly.

Your ghost appears now,
clinging on at the dusk of day,
the ironic sadness,
the rope you cling to,
took your life away.


NIGHT IN THE WOOD


The sound of laughter
around the campfire bright,
that night
in the summer wood.
Echoing down the lost years,
a night song
we all
understood.


NIGHT FOX


Night fox
his head forever
on the block.
Love him dearly
love him not.
Let him run free
deep in the night.
And then let him see
the morning light.


Jarvo 2020

For Malc x