a poem in my pocket

deep in dark woods stood

bow hunter’s cabin where he’d

left his  daughter that night

reclined near stone hearth

in dying warmth of fire’s embers

lone persona lost to her reading

a yellowed manuscript, an

epochal allegory held in hand,

empty pewter plate on table

she never noticed pair of

luminous eyes in window or

pernicious shadow pushing

open the cabin door…

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Anthony’s challenge to create poem from random gnarly words…used 10 of 12 words