choosing a spot where the path divides
in the thick spring wood
i sit on a stump, legs crossed
and watch dog walkers come and go
emerging and disappearing in these
hidden green halls
hearing their voices before i see them
they come from the dense green leaf light
make comment
their dogs sniff me
and then they pass away into the woods
a blue jay flutters through the leaves
rare, unexpected and marvelous
there is sometimes a precious being
arising unexpectedly
where the path divides
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