Your branches no longer rub against the gutter, there is no friendly creak in boisterous winds; your limbs were amputated, disintegrated in the garden shredder. You still stand strong, birds sing among shiny winter green leaves, while you breathe out your noble pepper aroma. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
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