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Catherine Theis

A gardener will still manage the unlived's lawn: ivy twists & grass brown scrapings windswept seeds shadowhungry nightshade. But it is God's wish to let live the cypress tree where no one stood. Who am I to judge when we seem both equally loved (gray light/Arabian moon)? Upright pines column our souls. A flag of red you say is all a hummingbird needs. I know the pleasure is in the speed. (crickets hum, apses fall) Knowledge is thoroughbred while stillness is God's domain. Leave him sleeping with foreknowledge. Emerging from my bed a cypress tree aromatic as it is distracting.

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