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lean on a tree
breath catches me there
leans mountainward
grass whispering
birch leaves turn
on the mountain
leans into the worldwhirl
this one’s stopped
half way up
half way down
still sunward
roots infernal
into the stillness we lean
feel sap flow
pressed by the nowhere-else-air
and on
in such socks
as know the way
headlong
fall in
lean to a breeze
we paid for this weather
sheep lean
and wolves once
bears would
lean stone sinking
on a single idea
and as for the bends
lean in
and on
the blueberries begin
lucky to see a star
when there is no night at all
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