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Mar 2015
tides are higher now,

flooding the paths.


he walked the mud,

bringing the footsteps back to us.


we mop the floors, when the rain stops.


if you leave the boots to dry,

the earth will knock off, neatly.


there was a partial eclipse, the tides are high.

he was a gardener.

sbm.

he was a gardener. sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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