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Between forest and field, a thresholdlike stepping from a cathedral into the street—the quality of air alters, an eclipse lifts,boundlessness opens, earth itself retexturedinto weeds where woods once were.Even planes of motion shift from verticalnavigation to horizontal quiescence: there’s a standing invitation to lie backas sky’s unpredictable theater proceeds.Suspended in this ephemeral momentafter leaving a forest, before enteringa field, the nature of reality is revealed.
Lovely poem! I love the phrases "the quality of air alters" and "sky's unpredictable theater." Thanks for sharing this one, Lisa.
jenclair, glad you enjoyed it. I love the images of the poem -- the forest as a cathedral is my favorite.
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