Dave Bonta in epigrams and conundrums, forest February 15, 2017 14 Words

For a moment I forgot where I was,

A black birch standing up on three roots atop a moss-covered mound in the woods.

the familiar trail colored by my train of thought, which might take me anywhere.

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