my family used to visit
an old bachelor
who lived in a cabin
surrounded by birch trees.

we followed
a magical path
through a sunlit woodland
of white and yellow-green

a neon adventure

his cabin walls
were pine
and lined with books
his piano
carefully placed
in the middle of
the room

his name
was everett
a cultured man
but i was too young
to appreciate that

being so enchanted
by the forest
i hardly remember
anything else

Joyce Chelmo

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