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posted May 20, 2009, 11:22 AM by David Storlie   [ updated Aug 31, 2012, 2:07 PM ]


rheumatic gray
fingers of birches
brush strokes
into pearl skies

dark birds
leaping branches
like ladders
not touching ground

foot prints
foraging
through the snow over
buried roots

hibernating fists
in a stand
of oak
caskets.
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