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Posted by on Dec 5, 2023 in Fiction | 0 comments

Sweedler Preserve

Sweedler Preserve
Moss and fungi
Glowing after rain
Then tunnels scythed
In autumn grass
The seat of Heaven here
Scratched into stone
By restless fingers
Washed by sun blown
With the crinkled leaves
Scattered by rippling waves
Of golden rod

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