the one with the knotted and gnarly trees.
Squirrels dance merrily with foxes
and wind-up owls whirr incessantly.
Every once and a while
my face is whacked by a stray branch -
Honestly, I don't remember ever going outside.
Taxis and ambulances rocket through the thistles.
My wife and daughter wait for me in a gingerbread house
safely hidden deep in the woods.
This is a weird and wonderful land.
Truly God's country.
Greg Santos
Paris, France
December 17, 2010
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