Mary Oliver’s Woods

I’ve never been to Mary Oliver’s woods.

The woods that wrapped her in words

that she spelled out in spilled ink

so that we might read,

and, in a sense, walk with her

and her dogs, loving and leading

the way in a place that literally

has changed the world.

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