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bit by bit the apple peel around my finger

 

nicked her shin sweeping up the spring water a new moon

 

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

 

exactly how my boot treads sound crimpling snow

 

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

 

 

the spruce

matted thick with ice

my tiny fingers

 

 

still the first raindrops straight down my spine

 

dripping wet mulberry leaves a crow anxiously

 

 

a white flower

held in the cinder block

flooded eaves

 

 

an inkling

of the bee’s vision

purple clover

 

 

autumn insects-

her perfume suffuses

the pillow

 

 

train tracks

one leaf spinning

on the beech

 

 

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

 

 

invited to feel

the stubble on her legs-

autumn rain

 

road salt

tumbling in the vacuum of

an ambulance

 

 

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