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the coming of Fall (Villanelle) by Sasha

I read in bark of blasted trees, that Fall was on the wind again and coming back deep in the changing woods. With a loud call I went to bid it welcome back where all its glory was a year before whose track I'd read in bark of blasted trees that Fall. I came to where that was. Only a small bush was unchanged. All else betrayed a lack deep in the changing woods. With a loud call I yelled for you and tripped before the tall willow we loved beneath, whose going black I'd read in bark of blasted trees that Fall. I punched it like a block and felt it spall, then like torn linen let my fist go slack deep in the changing woods. With a loud call for you, like mad wind I began to bawl, heart cut in two with the condemning crack You hear in bark of blasted trees that fall, deep in the changing woods, with a loud call.

sliver 26-Oct-04/8:57 PM
This rings home for me. I've been asked to come cut down some trees from the Hayman burn area on the Eastern slope Of the Colorado Rockies(Just about 50 miles from my home). Turns out I used to picnic where these people are building a house.




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