Iridescence in the water

the fear of a noise behind you

a shadow moves with the wind.

This place of old trees

that have known each other a long time

but do not know you.

What is said in the dark

with rushing overflow of a winter creek

with sleet in the mist

with your small light refracting what falls.

There is no answer to rest on.

The same answer as always.

👻🌲🤲

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