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Feb 2022
to fall
but slow to leave
just as sap on the tree
I bleed amber honey

I’m quick
to jump
but slow to think
just as a frog
in a blink
I make a splash

I’m quick
to carry
all this weight
but slow to empty
what’s on my plate
sandra wyllie
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