#130 – Woman Fifty Seven


On a bright morning, without signal, she arrived

and was swallowed into the thick dusty woodland of the Pine Barrens.


Lost in plain view,

she hovered inside this portal.

Not the past or future, but the present,

holding her still

so that she could feel the sandy ground,

inhale the mild salt air.


She waited and through squinted glances observed the sharp green pine needles

surrounding the cranberry bogs which glowed a disarming red

warning in the landscape.


She was a misplaced possession,

a mounting crisis,

just slightly out of reach.


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