The Hollow Tree
You were my tree in the mountains.
A dream of escape from my tiny apartment,
my dayjob keeping the coffee pot full for
the elderly Cadillac customers.
You leaned against the archway that led
from the living room to the dining room,
signalling the opening of a portal
to our temporary hiding place.
Eventually that portal closed, leaving us
staring across an impossible gap.
It turned out, though,
that there was a long way around,
stepping down toward the swift creek
on a snowy boardwalk.
The ducks sail past with no idea who we are.
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29 December 2022
State College PA
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