Friday, December 18, 2020

Pine Sonata

Two paradises ‘twere in one
To live in paradise alone

The best fantasies
Are the, I’ll take more
Of this kind of thing.
Happy where you are,
You know you can’t stay,

Nothing stays for good,
But you want to stay
At least. I could live
Here, you think, smiling,
Right here forever,

And you imagine
Your shack or cabin
Between these tree trunks,
Light-facing windows,

Vague accoutrements
Of joy stashed inside,
And most of all, years,
Rotating seasons
Alone to enjoy.

You can’t have it. You
Won’t get it. You know.
But it’s not like dreams
Of escape. You’re here—
Wind sounds, creek noise. Home.

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