6 poems from Tom Paine


 No one ever told me to stand in the woods and await dusk.

But no one ever told me I’d see roots plaintively reaching out

to me at night. No one ever told me light flowed in limbs—

a conversation in halo sentences from tree to tree. No one

ever told me looking at the forest floor, tree-light bathing

bare feet, I’d weep for the trees in these dark, dark woods


Lizzie met Gabriel. They married.

Rossetti only painted Lizzie.

No one else could paint her.

Lizzie had a stil...


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