between winter
and not yet spring
stand naked arms
an interlock
of the barren
your eyesight
transforms dust
into mud
leaves become the trail
they dodge but ultimately scatter
into anonymous patterns
with death
a new beginning
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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