raking // 12.29.2003

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i climbed up smooth wood
polished against my knees
and streched out in graceful form
sliding over to my spine
aligning it with the branch
moving my arms towards its tips
and the green soft buds
played at musical chairs
and the wind tossed my hair
into playing along
as higher it grew
and i observed in restful peace
the winds of height lifted me up and
down i fell with the leaves

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