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SCRUB PINES Once after slow careful ages We spoke volumes with single words Vast forests of conversation Where every nuance rose like some tall sequoia. When did angry words first burn Through our dialogue, devouring Verbs and adjectives in tongues of flame? That cruel inferno burned out long ago Smoldered and died, but even so... All we are left with are these: A tangle of weeds, patches of sand, And a wilderness of second-growth trees. To the casual observer the scars are hidden: Warm life from cold ashes, better by contrast, But now mere scrub pines stand Where mighty redwood grew.
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Aching
The Accountant's Soul
Be Strong My Love
Commuting
Cosmology
Cross Pollination
Drawing Lessons
Fig Preserves
Gliding
Grace
Hypothermia
A Long Way South of Now
Manchild
Monument
Mountains
Onion
Oyster S(Hell)
Poetry Juice
Poetry Lessons
Rorschach
Roses in Winter
Salvation
Scrub Pines
Sonogram
Squam Lake
Tristan Drowning