what the forest won't say

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a smooth sheet of royal icing

covers tired trees and dozing grass.

time stops and nothing moves

and the day is ethereal and muffled


the answers to questions remain

untold by hibernating forests. The world is veiled

by grey curtains and the blinding subtlety

of soundproof polystyrene.


thick slices of cloud on cake-like benches

absorb spilling sugar silently

no answers to my questions in this pale stillness

cotton wool stifles the whispers that wriggle from


naked branches on forlorn trees

yesterday adorned with birds

today fall quiet, bony twigs

replacing leafy fingers


nothing moves

and I wonder...

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