SILKWORM
It's only like this once : when the
dark sky pounds like a headache
and the searchers seek silence. Two
feet past the cabin, I turn to look
back. A line of old fir trees watches.
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Forty years ago, when I was a young
man, I thought I had control; but
found nothing continues past nothing.
I still hunt Orion in the nighttime sky,
yet it is he who is still hunting too.
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