Category: Nature
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Day 2
crisp seed pod warmed in afternoon sun hollow now seeds scattered but one, bursting toward sky
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Jacksonville, Illinois
i. Why do I think you are here with me still, taking note? I pull off the highway, end on a dirt road as usual. Strangers look long, out their way, as if destiny is known. I wish you were gone, really, truly gone, that that would sink deep in, become an organizing piece of…
