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Poem 20151109

Posted on November 9, 2015November 9, 2015 by crow

bare
peach tree
a promise
empty but not
exactly
lies or
words

and now the all leaves
once green and dotted with buds
–fall, and fall yellow
—

Jane Dougherty Poetry challenge #4: Seasons

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