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Jun 2016
the ritual
was draped
in ember

assemblage of eyes
watched-- so curious,
but oblivious

purging
in the flickering fire,
it wasn't

a campfire
for the ancestry of sorrow,
it was

where crimson sap
partaken in abundanceβ€”Β 
from their own slaughter of Caesalpinia,

never could quench
the history
of rueful roots
Skipping Stones
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Skipping Stones
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   Lora Lee, --- and ---
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