UNDERNEATH IT ALL

There’s a ghost

in the meadow

a shadow in the

middle

a reflection absent

of pain

its not the everlasting

but you can see

it from here

 

the land supports

ancient frames

unruly hedges

and rambling stone

walls

that unlock

the uphill

where gravity

pulls one onto

the footstool of land

 

 

 

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