coming into focus
there is some life left
in the frozen woods
I found it by accident
no doubt beneath
where owls once ruled
in their wise-old ways
along the way I spotted
the dying & the dead
collected them in my
photographic memory
like non-fungible tokens
one click at a time
I was told I don’t
belong here anymore
that it wasn’t my time
the wind & ice crystals
encouraging me to go back
before it was too late
january two thousand twenty-three
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