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Why I Go to the Woods
When the trail levels, my uphill panting calms
so I can hear again the drips of
leftover rain on leaves, light and soft
and sweetened with sunlight,
like the language of birds.
When the trail levels, my uphill panting calms
so I can hear again the drips of
leftover rain on leaves, light and soft
and sweetened with sunlight,
like the language of birds.