leaf-lush primal joy,
a magnet,
drawing woodmen
from their galley desks
step
by wide-eyed
step
forest bound
and snug,
wound tight
but natural
in tree cloak
all still
in the magic
of the first light
the world
as we were meant
to see it—
waking, alive,
and ripe
for the taking
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