A simple path, a well worn trail, at dark

Is fraught with hazard in a juniper fog.

Misplaced steps lead to falls and heroic (maybe) attempts

To navigate, although that navigation misses every other frame –

And roots – and otherwise harmless bumps.

Sometimes that fog, that evergreen veil, continues

Past the trees, past that pale ribbon of hard packed earth

To well lit steps, to the safe indoors, and adds the

Aches and pains of stairs and tile to

The bumps and bruises of the woods.


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