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Feb 2011
The day began
As it always does
With children never jumping
Rope with talons at each end.

But the distant tree was
Found broken into branches,
Severed in the middle,
Ends melting to the ground.

And now ants awaken,
Thinking of lovers always lost,
Feet stuck, eyes up,
A once uncut core now ravaged.
Allison Miles
Written by
Allison Miles  Denver, Colorado
(Denver, Colorado)   
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