new moon
finds a seed
caught between
ragged cement fragments
names her little sister
sun
when did June turn to
double digits when
did that limb of
the neighbor's
red maple
die
silence sits
like a tent on a
silver misted plain
welcoming all
holding
few
we are all the
middle child sitting
between hope on one side
and... we can't name
the other side can
we
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