As sorry swords found themselves being unwound
Blue’s body bloomed out of the ground.
It leapt into his soul
And, finally whole,
Swept sliding souls into a bowl.
Blue thanked their host but was stubbornly most
Emphatic ’bout leaving no ghosts.
“GO WITH THE RIVER
LITTLE LIFE GIVER.”
Blue dove in with barely a shiver.
When swords wandered into lidded woods
Some things were understood:
You may come in by many routes
But none take you back out.
Forward’s the way in the woods.