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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