The Woods
By Steve Button
Wed, 07 Mar 2007
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The winter woods
You already knew
Were new to us
Again you had the edge
On me, the calm
Of secret knowledge
Settled like cupped water
In your palm
I know wood and water
But was a foreigner here
Where a stream ran through
Broken trees
Whose fingers
Clutched feebly at the nothing
Of a blank sky
Until the quick
Grey fuse of the deer foal
Cutting through the path
Ignited us
Made this place
Ours
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