Poetry: Hidden

Beneath the painted trees
lives another world
tilted a little to the left

Open your eyes
walk two steps forward
feel the movement

You might hear raindrops
or the lake calling
don’t get distracted

Lean all the way in
watch as looping circles
turn into golden threads

Pull one

Become a magnet
draw others near
trust you won’t fall

You’re a warmth weaver
create a fireside nest
fill it with moonlight

Burrow deep inside
touch the fabric
tell yourself not to forget


This is dedicated to the lovely women I’m spending the weekend with in Tahoe.

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