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Nov 2017
sally in the fall
was hooked by the sky
lured, engaged, magnetized
because the sky was purely white
or light grey
and tangled in the branches of severe trees
painted orange
then stripped naked
exposed and vulnerable they were
but mostly in the fall
the cozy, coated animals
were squirrels and deer
they scurried
yet knowing in their safety
this is their domain, the forrest
and its floor was a bathroom floor
leaves acting as lavish tiling
everything was dewey and fresh
scrubbed clean by the soap of mother
bathed in her faucet
sally respirated deeply in these times
new, new
Written by
Henry Koskoff  16/M
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