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Aug 2016
Braid of sweet grass ignites in flame,
Ash falls hot and light onto curled toes.
Smoke wafts to earth time around legs
Curvy and cross under ancient pines.
Sun drinks life where nettles grow songs,
Trills of green stalks, unfurling ferns dance
In rhythm to waves in the wake of
Perpetual dawn.
Maressa Fonger
Written by
Maressa Fonger  Greenfield, MA
(Greenfield, MA)   
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