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                                          Faces Among the Leaves

               At first she thought it was but the rock and the bushes…
               But all at once she was aware of a face among the leaves…

                        -Sigrid Undset, Kristin Lavransdatter

There are curious faces among the leaves
Among the trees and sometimes in the trees
Along the road a little old man appears
Looking at me from the trunk of a rotting pine

He seems to be a little bit annoyed
But not dangerous; he’s become used to me
Tapping along with my shiny hiker’s stick
Searching the winter sky for something of truth

And there are bare feet dancing in the underbrush
And faces in the trees I must not see