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Hidden and Forbidden
by Marilyn R. Wilson
A whisper, a thread
A green hidden space
Titillatingly forbiddenCalling, calling me in.
A sign, "Beware Coyotes"
Meant to discourage
Tilted by the worn path
Utterly failing it's purpose.
A dip and a rise,
A path offering chaos
Scattered branches and twigs
But ahead a surprise
Not wild and untamed
Simply old trees in neat rows
Soldiers with no purpose
Ignored and left alone.
Yet those who still wander
Come to feast in the sight
Rays of light filtering down
All city sounds muted
Walking along one row
Touching and whispering
Deeper and deeper I explore
A place of rest at the back
Built by others who visit
Enjoyed by all who explore
One time simply seating
In my last visit - a hut of logs.
In the midst of a city
This small sanctuary hides
A place I can escape to
Welcome respite for my soul.
This small plot of land
Exists in plain sight
Hidden and forbidden
Except to those who know.
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