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Green Red Brown and White
Bit an apple on its red side Smelled like snow Between white halves broken open brown winks slept in sockets of green Stroked a birch white as a thigh scar-flecked smooth as the neck of a horse On mossy pallets green the pines dropped down their perfect carvings brown Lost in the hairy wood followed berries red to the fork Had to choose between green and green High in a sunwhite dome a brown bird sneezed Took the path least likely and it led me home For each path leads both out and in I come while going No to and from There is only here And here is as well as there Wherever I am led I move within the care of the season hidden in the creases of her skirts of green or brown or beaded red And when they are white Iam not lost I am not lost then only covered for the night