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Leah Souffrant

It’s only when I look at trees— This one—finally—reaching Above the elevated train track Trembling outside this window, Glowing orange leaves scratched On electric green, reaching From the dirty earth—that I ask what it means To be mortal, how we are living Towards dying.                         Sometimes your eyes glow like that, Lashes tipped with sunlight,… Continue reading Leah Souffrant

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