by Jnana Hodson

all day, limbs
filled with sunrise and sunset
discharge pages
with or without rain


how many blades from a single tree
does a row of bags at curbside arrest

how many in the two bins beside my barn
wither into black debris my wife treasures


repeating brief sunset clouds
discharge blood or flames until

one night droplets fall
through empty branches

when our five months of winter begin

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