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Aug 2014
A willow green
wept at the ravine
doorstep as Cardinals
flew free
into the green apple tree
that grew
next to my favorite mulberry bush
My companion, Abby,
chasing a possum
as I grew on green apples and mulberry seeds
darkness growing her tossing throwing the dead
acting possum
at the valley's doorstep
left me a
mystery.
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