Salt Box Stories

I grasped towards the empty stretch of sky
Clinging to the scraps of canvas
That seem to fall this time of year
The unfamiliar flora and fauna that lay around
Envelope me in a cocoon of obscurity and random
Teasing at each one of my senses
My gaze lay at the underbrush
Looking for movement of a kind
I call out in familiarity
But receive silence
I am but a stranger in these lands
I am but lost in the words of my story
I am but a babe in the woods

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