Down on hands and knees
through the door of thorny branches,
just big enough
and into the hawthornes
right in the middle
sssshhh…if you can stay quiet
long enough
they come back
the birds, the squirrels
to eat the red berries
if you can stay as still as a hawthorne
you can hear the soft wingbeat of a fairy
if you can stay quiet
you can catch the scent
of the coyote who slept here last night
you can feel the slow heartbeat of the earth
that is holding you
loving you
back to life
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