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Appalachian Trail
moment
CBD Day, Warwick, NY
in the sun
even a dry sky
dusty dank
at squirrel midst
or sometimes must imagine the creatures
shade wound
things fallen
and a woods honk
little walls a monument
of hands unseen, now gone
half eaten
and by touch of breeze
flutter
the trail branches off
it’s up with the eyes
and bright the leaf fallen
open to the air
a creek through where
all made
by hoof
by paw
by me
it’s one after the other
the unknown bird chimes in
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