Seasons

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The tittering tops of trees drip scarlet.
Words to be sickened by.

And it’s all over before overkill.
We walk the hillside and are silent.

Pliant sun and steep wills.
Power is undone in an instant.

The tittering tops of trees…

-r. miller

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