Oh judge
Bark eaters will chew
Their opinions
Always
Before your pen is put
The lake mirror
Seeing
Both fog and rock
The same and frozen
Cloud split
In their fables
Oh judge
Slipping over hemlock
Fat birch and thick fir
The summit will forever
Be a reach from here
Muddied in turns
Field mice play over
Retiring robes
And patent springs
Won't trap their tails
Whipping across
A restive bench
Adjourn, adjourn
The succession you seek
Is in forest
A start within weeds
Then a climax rule
To wood again
With precedent
Musty and giving way
Underfoot
Underfoot
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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