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Tree upon tree of sliced pages,
with twisted, hacked
and hollowed words:
my discarded poems.
Not quite touched
by the beauty of streams
cutting through snow.
More like the clashing of pots
and lids falling from cupboards.
Scrap paper enough to wrap the
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from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
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