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Nov 2015
I see trees on cars
but they are made black
and the sky silver.
Their shape curves,
hugging the metal frame
yet they
slip
away
at a single movement.
Mollie Rose Trail
Written by
Mollie Rose Trail  Walla Walla, WA
(Walla Walla, WA)   
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