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Aug 2013
In a meadow where all of the plants have
the pattern of calico cats,
where the birds sound almost watery
have the tweet
of a smoke detector with low batteries,
where dandruff is just
the sky chipping as nail polish,
I realized
my palms could hold a tree to the ground
Sarina
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Sarina  forests
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