Apocalypse

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Despite the rather grandiose title, it's a small, lyrical piece of free verse about childhood, adulthood and confusion. There's a search on but it's not exactly for lost time.

As a child

the forests and the foxes

fascinated me:

in headlamps

catching both -

the tumbled woods,

the flurried tails.

If those forest

foxes and the great trees

saw me now:

a strange bent figure

fumbling at the wheel,

decisions might be easier,

tears a little plainer.

 

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