in our hair: we laughed

as each branch whipped back,

we tore our feet in half buried rocks

and knotted roots and acorn-cups.

We forgot—we worshipped,

we parted green from green,

we sought further thickets,

we dipped our ankles

through leaf-mould and earth,

and wood and wood-bank enchanted us—

and the feel of the clefts in the bark,

and the slope between tree and tree—

and a slender path strung field to field

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and wood to wood

and hill to hill

and the forest after it.

We forgot—for a moment

tree-resin, tree-bark,

sweat of a torn branch

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