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Enclosed and safe and free to drift
The woods contains me
Even in empty-crowned winter
No place for act or pretense
The interweave above me
Arched toward heaven
No market of smiling connivance
With the penetrating wind
Snaking through the maples
Trunks popping with cold
Mind across shadows on snow
Flesh-and-blood twilit in glittering air
Needy for translation.
