nature
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Each autumn, the leaves surrender in gold to the ground belowWindswept from indifferent branches they fed all summerThe waters know what it means to be battered to and froriver stones worn grief smooth by careless currentsin choreographed odysessys flocks abandon the snowand even the earth accepts the sun’s cold shoulderso why do I hold fast
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Merryford was a nice town. It was very nice town with an excellent school district, a weekly farmers’ market, and nothing bad ever happened here. At least that was true until the birds. Joanie was jogging with Mitzi when she found the first cardinal. Scarlet and perfectly still, the bird laid on the walking path.
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OneRed dropOf fine watercolorBlossoming summer juicy ripeOn the virgin cottony groundBurying myself deep as a seedFrom the world with a bleeding brush
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Miles of roots seekingDeep in the damp dark earthMy ability to thriveRenders me invisiblePass me by with an absent smileSee me without seeing me If I were fragileyou would know I could breakStorm ravaged, wind strippedBruised branches, bleeding sapWeeping weariness to the leaf littered layer below If I were beautifulSomeone would stopAdmire how the breeze
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Together we hurl through this tunnel of beeches and careless mulberries green silence pressing you and me on all sides my fingers drumming the steering wheel what is the word for it trees that keep their dead leaves dry papery offerings to distract deer from eating their bark in the hungry winter I could rattle
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Creamy white paper pad cracks openA tentative 4H draws me to the horizonfrom darkest to lightframing my perspective with dots and crosshatchesout of myself into the page in the weight of the shell on the sandcapturing light on the waterlost where the sky meets the seawax and wane of 0.5mmthe quiet drawn out in black
circular staircase 