Stagnant land
paralyzed bushes
await death signaled by
departure
of crickets colored,
shades of greens
and browns, brilliant,—
trees leafless,
lifeless, stand firm
past winter, oaks
and giant sequoias—
Squirrels scurry,
to collect final acorns—
From where he stands
the trees look like a paintbrush
cut to disrupt
any kind of patterns
landscapes might birth.
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