Donald Traxler's Poetry
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
He Is the Past
He is the past
brought into the present.
His name is All,
his age is always.
Text and image © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
The Forest, Now
The forest, now, is more impenetrable,
at least to sight.
Bird calls pass through,
from morning into night.
Then tree frogs on the ground
provide a wall
of sound.
Text and image © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
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