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May 2017
A pine cone swept in the timber
in blow with wooden needles
that a lantern was the wiles of birch
along the frills of enlightened where spores till
this deadwood manufacturing transport
with a pipe cleaner's lore of trees
whether they intertwine on the carpet again
in loom to manifold in the soil.
Scott F Hemingway
Written by
Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
   ---, JS Clark and PoetryJournal
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