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Poem from:
how do i net thee by Shira Dentz
The Penmanship of TreesDentz, Shira
To take these lines, however flimsy,
hurl them at the white shrouded sky.
Animal musk absent
from the pelts of boughs
Enter the white
amnesiac hive,
not honeycomb- or yolk-
yellow. Beads
swarm, then—shingling,
a migration of pine needles
To cool the number of damp beads in this morning’s wind, smell the leaves and woodstuff it edged around and bore into all night; no one saw. A stalk of tree branches rocks behind the porch. |
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