Le passage
Le pas n’est pas sage
Jeu des mots !
A false step
A step too far
Into the forest
Dark and deep,
Sloes in the hedge
Truffles snuffled
Under foot
Leaf litter
And all the rest
Of dying things
Knocking at the autumn door
You seem very negative
They said
Really
I said
Holding myself up to the light.
I can see through you.
JL Oct 3 200
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