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May 2018
A wooden fortress to keep marauders out
a stockade made from trunks
barks we give to dogs
logs to keep the fires burning
lathes are turning out
spindles
and all the time
the forest dwindles

eventually
there'll be
one
tree
and someone
will carve a heart
on it.

while I wait for the kettle to boil.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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