"Caprice" by Anton Getzlaf

Caprice

You have gathered your things
And made yourself gone,
Leaving only tufts of fog
And antlers on the grass

I turn from the valley
That hisses with absence,
The rising mist of ferns.
Like a cultist without leader
Or hint of final prophecy,
I stumble to the mountain’s other side.

Anton Getzlaf

Anton Getzlaf is a poet living in Portland, Oregon. He works as a school custodian.

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