…I saw a forest
where loneliness permeates
every sod.

There, one perfect image which,
as each layer was torn away,
left me bewildered, not
by the darkness revealed,
but how blithely
beauty wandered
towards it
through mirrors
and doors
with bright handles
opening always

A quadrille is a short poem with 44 words. Image: Arek Socha, Stockholm/Sweden c/- Pixabay