June 7

comments 5
poetry

When does desire
turn into greed

what is an appropriate
allotment of want

unseasonably muggy
in this forest

water has cut
a deep ravine

beneath cedar boughs
through carpets of moss

it funnels and pools
below perfunctory logs

and drops again
resisting direction

this is the work
it cannot be worked at

I know this well
and yet

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