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We’re fooled.
The vine too.
By the nature of
This rusted
Arm slanting up
Through
Sunlight.
Not tree–
Old
Telephone
Infrastructure
Wrapped.
Forgotten.
Going native.
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This post is from my poetry series for January, “What Details Knowâ€Â — daily small stones and photos, as part of The River of Stones.
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