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In the City Woods

Published onDec 09, 2024
In the City Woods
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In the City Woods 


That breathe 
                        Between school and asphalt lake,
Virginia Creeper leaves fall first,
Red negatives with saw-teeth edges 

Pasted,
Mid-pulse, 
Against dull dirt. 

Roots rubbed smooth by bike tires cross the trail.
Each leaf has been seen.
These trees store a record
Of the same floods as us in their rings. 

And yet,
A warp and weft —

                                   Spider web, owl pellet,
The scatter of shadows on box turtle's back — 

                                                                                   Occasionally gleams
Through the density 
Of dying green. 

Days are still long.
Half-grown fawns startle here. 
Grey foxes bide their invisible time,
Sharp eyes dark stars. 

Vol. 43, no. 2, 2015

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