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Jul 2013
Black mountain fingers push
***** toes,
birds, feathers, and native flora.

Suppose the babe was feral;
backwoods tempered, under tall trees,
stinging knees;

nature's reparation.

Steamy soil,
encrusted, permanently, under twisted fingernails.
Green-as-envy rain,
natural,
beat,
gone with the tree swallow's cry;
easy sleep.
Chloe Sayre
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Chloe Sayre  NJ
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