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Up the Ridge

What Forest Park looks like in the fall from across the river.

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Up the Ridge

The distant pines like sawblades

upturned, handles thrust into earth

as if some gruff woodsman heard the call

for lunch, intending soon to return.

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The green bargains with the sky,

a compromise reached: nourish us.

Rigid spines like fingers massing

together, massaging, fabric gray.

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In our smallest, glancing touches

tension rounds and softens

somehow, always space for more.

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