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The horrid scheme
of moments
without rain.

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Last days -
sparrow song grim
with the madness of willows.

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(Inspired by Matt at Flickr)

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Once were faces
in rivers and old trees
... or so they say.

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(Inspired by Matt at Flickr)

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Shy apocalypse
for dandelion faeries
... it had to be done.

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Her scatter
her things, her ghosts
... her poems.

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In the folds
unsettled, perhaps
... that very answer.

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Maple springs again
and one last child
... falls.

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Apologies
from dusty Alders
and Fir, her errant children.

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Blackberries
stretching early to scratch
summer itches.

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