pittsburgh
words blow in
with a northeaster drizzle
after the armored personnel carriers
went back to barracks
young limbs left blue
a few more creases in the fold
OC gas won't leave
until the trees spit
searching green edges
for every clue
with winds like these
each has a separate story
what grows today
becomes tomorrow
morning sometimes
is just a journey
--- e b bortz
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