March 28, 2011
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Leaves scatter across the boardwalk,
leaving wet prints stained on the grain,
as if their bodies were carefully outlined with chalk,
drawn by the falling rain.

Twigs snap like limbs,
laying hatched and crossed on the musty earthen rot.
The birches stand up and shed
pale skins speckled with knots like clots.

The trees drip crimson
from fingers thrown up and splayed.
The drops wither to brown
and are decomposed into the ground.

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