Wood Clearance

At the edge of the forest sun rays shoot through dark leaves

A rustle in the brush a branch bursts

Musty smell of sod and mushrooms

Men breath, laugh, doze

fall in relaxation in the play of light and shadow

Relaxation on the bridge between Here and There

Taken out of life sickly and baffled

Patients of a clinic of the crossover

Until the night fans its cloak

and the shadow steps outside the wood

Composed they step off.