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by Susan Johnson

We like to think we can leave one world for another
because one world or another has at times left us
sitting cross-legged as if cast in stone. Cut off
and alone like this free standing wall of water
broken from the falls that still fall spraying ferns.

Like one continent breaks from another leaving
a jagged edge. Like our language broke off from
the language of wolves. What a hoot you say. Continue reading

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