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Before My eYes
before my eyes, a cornstalk
an ear, a nose of stone, a
rotten stump, a swarm of ants,
before my yes, or no, or maybe
but where there is, there was
there has also been a seed
burst into a wriggly sprout,
a hairy root, a stem stretching
toward a new sun that winked
days, nights, seasons, a tree
ringing the centuries until
a storm’s flash burned into
its heart withering it down
a termite...
Sunday 7th March 2021 4:23 pm
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