Today's poem is by Suphil Lee Park

Tunnel Vision
       

No time to lose today

to roaming the woods

or parse mean hindsights.

Woodman who loves the pine

strikes an ax to its core.

Few parry a blizzard.

Dave who loves prawns

beheads a whole afternoon

platter of them unkempt.

We who love this light

tune out the rest, fine.

A friendless fawn morphs

into a nymph into a cypress.

Stench rises from the snow

coated wolf warming up to

the sun on our lawn.

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