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Sep 2014 · 478
Tough
From the Woods Sep 2014
Over the Summer
Calluses grew on my feet.
They are soft again.
Sep 2014 · 934
Burn
From the Woods Sep 2014
I wonder about those nights.
If she hadn't been there with you, might it have been me?
Had I said something earlier, stopped joking around for just a moment?
I think things would have been different.
If I'd only been quicker, the Summer would have been ours to keep.
Long nights talking, days spent laughing. Smoke from the fire, from the **** of a cigarette and the exhale of a pipe, curling up into the air like all our shared memories.
Perhaps it's not meant to be.
But maybe it is.

I suppose we'll have to wait and see.
Sep 2014 · 435
Evaluate
From the Woods Sep 2014
The mouse enters the owl's nest with sword in paw and shield at the ready.
Was returning to this place a good idea?
He wonders.
Was it easier and safer back home?
He ponders.

It doesn't matter.
It is too late for second guessing.
Sep 2014 · 5.1k
Fisherman
From the Woods Sep 2014
I used to catch frogs
on a creaky, wooden dock
with the sun on my shoulders.

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