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jaxx sullivan

30 May 2023

The forest sways

Blown by a gale

A mandate to move

Into familiar spaces

With no air or graces


Grown tall

Chopped down

Covered up

Rooted to a spot

By forces known


Time falls away

Like leaves from a branch

Autumn turns to summer

Wilting and waiting

For another spring.

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