Under the name of Cailin Sanders
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Monday, December 26, 2011
Hot morning--
hot morning
sudden silence
the cars' muted rush ceases
wind's breath
warm and moist
and a single brown
feather
barely an inch long
spins and swoops
hanging by an invisible thread
from the still green tree
8/21/01
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