The poet's wood is not all that dead
Poet is recently but  wood remains
But its map is  gone from 2012  on.

Wood is tree dead but just once dead
And can't surely die again and again.
Wood shall not die ,only map by poet
As she would type her world in map.

A world is gone but the wood stays
Because it is  dead  and dreamwood.
A dream  dreamed can't die in wood
Old maps are still out there frayed
And folded, maps she once walked.

( a homage to poet Adrienne Rich on her recent passing)


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