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.
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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.