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12 poems
THE WOODS
My life’s a green woods where
you unexpectedly come across
a black boulder that lets you sit
by the water when you’re troubled.
A chilling wave, a wide world.
The wide eyes of long lashes.
The dagger legs of tall reeds...
This is just for those who haven’t lived enough.
For those who’ve lived too little, who’ve known a lot,
or who’ve set off on the road without coming back—
there is this pond of dagger grass,
a hushed dream without feeling...