Closed
Closed
One day, without notice,
The woods were closed.
This was in autumn.
They should have been open
Then if they ever are.
The signs were everywhere.
The signs were the leaves.
People who wanted to
Walk through them
Stopped at the edge
Like someone nearing
The doorframe of a room
They’re painting.
While they read
What the signs said
Their dogs strained
Against leashes and chains.
The signs said
You who hate time
Are not welcome here.
But within days the wind
Had torn them all down
Like someone
Who disagrees.