weaves around the mountains
once sacred
geese
are returning
for
another trauma season
there
are still brownfields
awaiting
wildflowersif the well stays wet
though the poison
is another story
if
i'm repeating myself
it's
only out of habitlike the sun arcs
even without shadows
or reflections to record it
ego
now replaces light
--- e
b bortz
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