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my new description.

old tree lanes.

soft boiled eggs.

mine and ours outside.

awake when Susan died.

no warmth from home.

it all fades like the night.

so tall in the spring.

then oak and leaves and leaving.

two talismans alive in Carolina.

or buried in the Tennessee snow

or held aloft by the shore.

she was alive in Wilmington while

the sky burned and the river

flooded.