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Trees from Eight Angles

by Seth Jani

Invariably, these statues sing.
Wrought-up in the darkened landscape
By the combing wind

They sway in their emerald music
While overhead, the small muscles
Of the stars work the universe.

They are the old, gnarled fingers
From the earth’s deep clutches.
The towering alphabet from which the birds Continue reading

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