you walked in through the woods

you walked in through the woods
each of your steps crunched leaves
each of your steps crunched wildberries
some of your ideas crunched
balance among us. To ol’ wood you
think you be in sport with,
conversating.

you walked in through the woods. Among us we
say, “here comes a diplomat, like a saint
with smelly hands. See the skins of
berries in the cleats of his shoes.”

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