The Forest                                                         


            I heaved through thickets,
            Crawled around the clustered vines,
            Cleaved the overhanging boughs aside
            And, stung and sweaty, scrambled
            Finally into the glade

            And just as I began to speak
            To you
            My words were 
            Swallowed by a
            Forest of clichés 


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             Emanuel E. García, Sojourns2014