When God stood behind me,
I would have liked a shoulder rub.
Instead,
He gave me showering light,
Rabbit dens,
Trees that turn the color of eyes,
And that sweet home hearth feeling.
That feeling you can fall asleep to on the rug,
While listening to Rachmaninoff on a Sunday evening.
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Wilderness Interface Zone 
Again, an interesting and unique poem with several striking images. I like how you work language.
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Lines 3-7 are gorgeous. The whole is beautiful.
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Thank you! Anyone else a huge fan of Rachmaninoff? 😉
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