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Beaver skull, photo courtesy of Picography

Fresh perspectives wavered, their dormancy breached in

Restrained undertones, thoughts mulled over wine, relished

Age of experience lived, but unsung, under —

Currents rushed to life, poured knowledge crawled over

The passing messages, parting lips disclosed memoirs of

Us, what it felt like when our heart split, when lush

Rose was bud, primed acorn dropped, for but a moment the

Entirety of you was a squirrel’s belly, laughing as

Days passed…we sweetened, our honeysuckle vine unstilled.

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Holes and a series of rabbits — my debut poetry collection — now available!

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