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Water

The high world weeps in summer

when length of light seeps

into snow’s winter-wed layers,

opens up the flow.

Rock’s blood trickle.

Walls of water.

The straight down dash

of what should be spring

but comes in August so the season

wedges itself into the empty space

between exhale and inhale..

 

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