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Day 72- 11.27.20

Winter green (a collage)


Checkered flannel pants, pine trees,

a rural Tuscan church covered buried

in vines.


Twinkle lights reflected over

piles of snow, grey sludge, and

the cold breath of kids.


Ivy creeping up red brick,

moss creeping up a mountain,

a virgin mountain free of footprints,

free of trash bins and septic tanks--

the aged bull frog shrieks.


Cobwebs collect in

prickly shrubs, the spiders chant

in the backyard grass, and the frozen garden hose

hisses no more.



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