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Nov 2014
It is the few that truly matter
the who whom  look at the wounds
after the woodpecker visits
or spread petals for a hummingbird
with ADHD
Ripe are mulberries
sweet are the cherries
If they pick through limbs already
raided by Mockingbirds.
Feel the tremors left
if you look into the sunset you see wavy
that is the shock waves spreading out
diffusing the flames
the heat of the day
wordvango
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