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slow white curtain falling
the arbor vitae hedge is touched
remnant frozen fruit on a foreground tree
brown apples crowned with dust
with no memory of blossoming
unaware of the bare limbs they hang upon
or the short liquid span of days
given them at birth
sweet and green they lured deer
to dine and, dangling in dappled sun
cloistered among leaves, they sucked
skylight and drank from
mother earth
.
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by Jim Culleny
January 19, 2010
Blink 