by Ian McFarland
I can see the world,
just as clearly as
I am able to
describe it.
Balanos adds
another shade of
meaning.
Marsh, fen, grove,
left to wonder
at the placement
of his oaks,
bunkered on the rise
among the wild grasses
by the river,
spry the wooded clearing.
Aha!
This will take some time.
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