the
trees are mostly silent, share their
feelings solely with one another,
occasional creak or whispering breeze
through needles and leaves, tight-lipped,
don't tell their secrets, i need better
ears. under their skin, 14 more rings
since i last lived here, Doe Bay living up
to its name with morning forage forest
visitors, deer so tame they don't seem
scared, merely disappointed that i'm not
here to feed them, but they do ok for
themselves, herbivores in an immersive
salad bar, no predators other than human
and i hear the hunters get bored--it's
just too easy to bag them from one's
porch. i'm here to work and the work is
hard, days long, up and down ladders with
power tools amid copious clouds of
sawdust. but it's all good at the end of
the day (literally), a short walk or
bikeride to Doe Bay Resort, 4-month
seasonal pass for $75 means unlimited use
of sauna and tubs, reconnecting with a
friend who i thought i'd lost, healing in
more ways than one.
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