Discovery
I have thought myself a lover
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of nature,
rejoicing in the boom and crackle
of storm
from inside my house,
the silent exultation
of snow
flinging itself against the glass,
the tangle of forest
from an asphalt path,
a whale breaching
on a t-shirt.
Then I stepped into the thrust and decay
of an ancient wood,
home of bear and beetle
and a thousand nameless birds,
and found myself craving
house and window,
asphalt paths,
art.