Pardoning in the Woods


What if a pardoning?

From the trees…

that I do not see.

Forgiveness from the pines…

for my ignorance has been unkind.

An inch from an inch, from an inch.

So much more the lightened load from a darkened door.

Never a full all-knowing through a grapple or a grasp.

Wild is the wilderness that lasts.

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