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.

© Thom Amundsen 1/2022

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