a Bridge too Close


He knew of the nature of seed.

He knew not of the nature of others.

The pining echoes.

Traversing nearby hollows.

Winter berries that please.

Winter berries which impede.

He understood rugged instinct.

What a world to master as a, young man?

Cold thick waters…

a laundry

or

a bath?

He learned to feed the fire.

While…

He accepted little of fire’s desire.

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