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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Even the Oak Trees are Dying “Wildfire…evacuation of nearby residences under way” -news bulletin Poor drought-dead leaves in mockery of autumn Wind-rustle across the lawn as the dried husks they are Rattling like withered exoskeletons along the dust Or The Ancient Mariner’s dead sailors upon the deck The exhausted earth is hot from a summer of drought Cicadas have no hope in their poor songs A drifting dragonfly wobbles in its flight And the weather reports are but cruel teasings The sour smoke of a month of forest fires Chokes even the stars, who in despair do not appear
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC
Even the Oak Trees are Dying
Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] Even the Oak Trees are Dying “Wildfire…evacuation of nearby residences under way” -news bulletin Poor drought-dead leaves in mockery of autumn Wind-rustle across the lawn as the dried husks they are Rattling like withered exoskeletons along the dust Or The Ancient Mariner’s dead sailors upon the deck The exhausted earth is hot from a summer of drought Cicadas have no hope in their poor songs A drifting dragonfly wobbles in its flight And the weather reports are but cruel teasings The sour smoke of a month of forest fires Chokes even the stars, who in despair do not appear
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC
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