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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

a couple bricks
lay pointed
in different directions
a pinecone turning gray
metal posts holding up nothing
patches of grass
many colored green
and nearly white with light
in some places
long, long tree trunks
and one thick trunk with ivy
forming a layer around it.
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