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Poem 20151226

December 26, 2015December 26, 2015 crow

the wind moves
in this grove
rustling the tall grass
the hollow grass

they strike each other
played like instruments
knocking
knocking

dappled light
filters through green
and yellow
yellow and green

it is easy to forget
the blue of the sky
the cold sunlight
the cold sun

Posted in PoemsTagged bamboo, creative writing, desire, grove, longing, poem, poetry, The Huntingtone, writing

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