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Jan 2019
Conflict
in the eaves. Between
sorrow and sorrow-shadow.
Limb to limb;
Between the eyes of the godless.

Conflict as soft friction:
despondent, prodded, yielding.

A tumbling through the boughs—
Sandbag on the low-hanging sun.
Tree as a focal point in the transition from day to night.
Rohan P
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Rohan P  M/Pacific NW
(M/Pacific NW)   
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