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A tender flower, grown, in glass vase, with beauty, but now bent, with age

Wandering the field, pondering the plentiful corn husks; a graveyard

Bricks, held tight with words

This tower reaches over voices, heard

Along the outlook of the valley,

speckled by hawks in flight

We walk by day; We write by night

inspired by the Poet's Seat Tower in Western Massachusetts for #writeacrossamerica

Wood Anatomy

On the glass, the anatomist works a focused kind of magic and wonder

pressing threads of cells and fiber, culled from deep within, under

the skin of bark — the dark, glows with light and filament

A frozen window to the past, a glimpse inside the infinite

Inspired by https://sweetgum.nybg.org/science/vh/media-search/multimedia-list/?ResSubType=Photomicrograph&DetSubject_tab=wood%20anatomy for #writeacrossamera

A few of these words always seem to slide inside the haystack; needles

Tubes connect these trees - networks of the overground; In Spring, maple flows

All these poems, falling with the rustle of the wind; Listen to them sing

for Algot

like the way the dark sky sings to us, like hailstones fallen on weathered dust, clinging to skin, the rust of winter in this reddened Earth, dry dirt and petrichor, the scent of words brittle against the surface of this coin, spun in motion, forever, forever, for, ever

for Terry

This morning, the grass crinkles with white frost of night; an abandoned dress

Bundled up beneath the stars, we're blanketed, still, secluded; night chill