Lucian Aeris, Pixabay (altered)

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This spring
brought storms for weeks
ㅤㅤ borers took half the lilac…
a dogwood, bruised
struggles stoic in healing.
Barefootㅤㅤ puttering about
dawn summons early
my soul wobbling, asleep
eyes heavy
… their vacant green escapes
two slashed skin openings.
All stands wet
the air…. the ground…ㅤㅤdrips
ㅤㅤthe very heart of it
(I haven’t the want
to bury him yet)
that botherson thing
ㅤㅤ... always
its paws with thorns or dirt…