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Painting by Terje Saether
Hunger
The fox you lug over your shoulder
in a dark sack
has cut a hole with a knife
and escaped.
The sudden lightness makes you think
you are stronger
as you walk back to your small cottage
through a forest that covers the world.
Billy Collins
Posted over on Poetry Society of America
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