to the light:

this and a dead leaf-spine,

split across,

show where you passed.

You were swift, swift!

here the forest ledge slopes—

rain has furrowed the roots.

Your hand caught at this;

the root snapped under your weight.

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I can almost follow the note

where it touched this slender tree

and the next answered—

and the next.

And you climbed yet further!

you stopped by the dwarf-cornel—

whirled on your heels,

doubled on your track.

This is clear—

you fell on the downward slope,

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