Fall as an unsure Haircut

Fall as an unsure Haircut

(arrives between fingers) skill

fully parting branches where

scamper squirrels bury

oaks strong and over

turn leaves bruised from

scissor wind

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cutting everything skillfully

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Fall as an unsure

Haircut from the view

of a frozen cat-tail

bordered pond (skill

fully cutting Dead,

and combing Breath

while scamper squirrels

horde roots) and

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snips without feeling (what I've seen

from him) replacing color with

it's absence (as it should, and will

continue to do so)

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Author's Note:

This is a sorta experiment where I'm trying to imitate e. e. cummings' poem "Spring is like a perhaps hand".

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Medals

Peaches ll