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Twigs - Aug. 28, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • 2 days ago
  • 1 min read

you snowbirds and

ice scrapers watch trees

turn bare in winter

 

our summers have the same

fierceness of that season

with the loss of leaves

 

there are limbs

that can’t take the sun’s oven

and die sufferingly slow

 

with twigs the first to show

the bones of death,

fingers still reaching,

 

for the life

that never came

 
 
 

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