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Nov 2020
blindly finding honey locusts
still blessedly bred with thorns.

climbing to new heights
just to keep a proper distance.

appreciating the red of a leaf
stuck low to damp cement
as higher winds chap your own chin red.

pressing a flower in the fold
of a note not sent
giving each another chance at purpose.
Anne M
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