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Beautifully jagged trees,
mute observers of man
formed by dark velvet bolts of lightning

Infrequent stars touch tapering fingers,
solid trunks with limbering branches
guarding patches of seasoned leaves
stretch out limbs in anticipation,
ready even to catch the sky
should it fall

Melanie Clippinger

up drip the tree branch fingers
into icy emptiness
washed in watercolor blue-grey
together yet,

isolated

bare and weary of the ascent
shake and tremble with a breeze

as with you
so close that I could

almost
touch you

but When I reach
my hand

into the space between us

there is nothing
you fade away

silently

isolated

Suzanne Herbert

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