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bit by bit the apple peel around my finger

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nicked her shin sweeping up the spring water a new moon

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a rolled-up fence in the hayfield you can taste the lightening

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exactly how my boot treads sound crimpling snow

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on the corner with walnuts in her teeth it’s raining

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the spruce

matted thick with ice

my tiny fingers

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still the first raindrops straight down my spine

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dripping wet mulberry leaves a crow anxiously

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a white flower

held in the cinder block

flooded eaves

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an inkling

of the bee’s vision

purple clover

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autumn insects-

her perfume suffuses

the pillow

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train tracks

one leaf spinning

on the beech

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placing a palm on the kitchen window the thunder’s warm

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invited to feel

the stubble on her legs-

autumn rain

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road salt

tumbling in the vacuum of

an ambulance

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