This time
we sat in the car looking at the woods
each of us in our own world
trying desperately to find an answer,
waiting for something, anything to leap
out of the forest in our minds,
and give us some solace
to help restore or maybe too late
to give us an answer
we might live by well enough,
to turn our eyes toward one another
and feel the beauty
that once
we …
Yet, we hours later still didn’t know
just where in the wood we might go.
© Scott F Savage 2/2021
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