I walked
today on an ancient carpet
Woven of red
dirt and dead leaves…
Under a lacy
green moss canopy
And light
rays like fire, from the trees.
I lost sight
of my destination,
At first
scent of the ocean breeze…
A prisoner
in the fern cathedral,
Once I threw
away the keys.
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