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by Mary Flynn

Something old in me
sees Nature's truth
before it becomes
its own earthly spoiler.
That feels at once
the tension and release
of seasons' call,
their raging voice
and whispered subtlety.
That hears their thunder
and their song.
That tastes the acrid
autumn burn
and the sweetness
of mown grass.


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