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Poem | Wetlands

"Step away a while, and walk // in silence, slowly, round the parkland lake; / there are bulrushes at water’s edge, their ancient / presences and generations"
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Poem | Prodigal

"our neighbor declares it  black cherry  arbitrarily seeded / by a random bird though our two young children insist  'on purpose' / insist  'god'  and  'goldfinch'  wrought this perfect spot"