In My Other Life I am a Hemlock
a new poem
While in Seattle last weekend, there were very few people around and not a lot of cars either—this being the first weekend in January. The general lack of urban activity allowed me to take a longer look at the maples, oaks, magnolias, and other assorted varieties holding their own amongst the myriad …
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