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Trees, Sky

Trees, Sky

The way a small blue eye
Winks at me from between
The tree’s thick trunks,

A sliver of wintry sky
Among the branches, whose keen
Edges slice the blue like monks’
Chants tearing silence’s veil;

Like a line of lace
Across the world’s wail,
Keeping sky and land firmly,
Each in its place.

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