There’s a ghost

in the meadow

a shadow in the


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


that unlock

the uphill

where gravity

pulls one onto

the footstool of land




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