The desk

The desk in the briar patch
What was that about?
Something said, go that way
Walk towards that space alive
Go barefoot at that
Shoes left by
Two totem trees
Winter land covered
with dead leaves
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crunching under toes
Wind pipes up
Swallows soft blows
Desk sits there all alone
Learning what is to be sought
by autumns soft rot
go ahead, linger longer
Ask not what is to be taught

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