Its demeanor is elusive

this matter of soul.

We cannot be dismissive

this life our whole.

~

One day in a quiet

there lived a kindness

where thoughts of old be let

free in the wood our forest.

~

Means maybe all of us

live together in a hamlet

without carrying any fuss,

we’d rather sad lies forget.

~

For in one daunting sweep

We’d step out of this coop.

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© Thom Amundsen 1/2022