Certain Woods

Certain Woods
at the edges of
Interstates or back roads
certain woods
are doorways, too
You’ll know them.
Remember how
light falls between those trees
how it lights on that hillside?
It’s easiest to recognize
on autumn afternoons
or anytime in winter, when
the bones of the world
show. See it there? A shape appears,
almost visible through the snow.

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