Breaching the tree
row
Wetness clings low
heavy cottony
white
brightly clouds
vision
gentle breeze
rocks branches
leaves collect moisture
drops patter down
in dissonance
Long forgotten
sounds
stretch dormant
memories
sweetness of mind
taffy
pulled and twisted
integrates past
and present
Pheasants call
from the prairie
raising the alarm
familiar rapid
beat of wing
echo as they rise
in flight
quickly disappear
fog conceals once
again
18-246z
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