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Humans at Blackwater River

At the trailhead we hold up the lantern

our shadows projected onto a row of pines

in a giant birdcage of light

we are contained in the light we need

nature grows indifferent in the dark

and we will use all the light we have

searching for what’s bigger than us

the shadow of some red eyed beast

but there’s a benediction in what startles

the pines dropping cones from tall silence

we needed firewood

until the rainfall

we must find our way inside like a scene 

on a slick street in a Woody Allen movie

hugging each other to duck into the lime green tent

make the bulb of music

singing I’ll be fine with a bear 

if he drinks wine I’ll be just fine 

with a bear who likes wine.

Posted 03/24/15
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