Spring & Disbelief
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and rivers ramify the fields
like leaden veins.
A shelter belt of rawboned brush reveals
spring’s latest scars, pale plastic bags
like bandages
wound haplessly around denuded limbs,
stripped bare of bark by cottontails
eons ago.
Thin shafts of cloud dissolve to slate blue sky,
the noonday sun a white-hot coin.
Phantom-like,
the park swing sways in a vaguely-floral breeze.
Reach out your hand, it says, embrace
this wounded place.
~Cameron Brooks
~Cameron Brooks
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