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Green Grace
by Ann MacKenzie

Spires of ferns surrounded
by moist crisp air
nipping at their feathered tips
haphazardly pointing
as if to say
this is the place
right here
right now

This is the place
I give myself over
to a dying,
a resurrection,
an unfolding
with green grace
welcoming spring
each and every year

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