They Dwell

They Dwell Sweet and sharply fir Alpine Evergreen A forest in a needle Pulp and timber Sappy bark lumber Aromatic Incense-y Branches climbing upwards Towards sunlight Snowloading New growth As embers light Like flakey flint Smoked in pipes Outside of tipis Around bonfires Under midnight Communing with the Muse Of nightmares And dreams And faintContinue reading “They Dwell”

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