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May 2015
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I hang on that eldest birch
last leaf of autumn asleep thru the winter
stuck with the spear of my stem in the branch
my root weakens
wind howl deafens
I will awaken dead in the spring
kneedleknees
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kneedleknees  North of Carolina
(North of Carolina)   
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