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An explosion of color is a sacramental moment

Trees arc up and ex-
plode in colors of
white, magenta, and
green. Fuzzy red ma-
ple buds stretch out like
fingers too long curled
in winter; yellow
birch catkins aren't
ashamed to obey gra-
vity. Magnoli-
a petals undress
and leave a mess un-
derneath.

Soon, the co-
lored conflagration
will occur below
our necks. And the trees
only crown green.

1st drafts shouldn't be published!
2nd draft 4-30

Comments

Anonymous said…
so where is the second draft?
Scot said…
WYSIWYG, man! It's there for he who has eyes to see.

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