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For Those Who Know the Way

Step softly
the ferns you tread
are complicated beasts
although their dainty leaves
may have you thinking otherwise.
Love, they may not know
or perhaps we stroll by hand
in tight-clasped hand
and they wonder how on earth
we mess up such a simple thing as love.
Look gently. Wonder lurks
behind the brush you push aside
skittish as Luna moths
who show themselves to only
wandering children, the girl
who lost her only friend, the man
who could not find his home.
You’ll find it when it finds
you unstriving and lost.
Take care this is no place
for those who know the way.