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above the bramble
at the edge of the wood
wet, morning, brilliant
the cranberry, the color
drawing my eyes
Primrose berries,
calling me to them
wanting to reach, to touch
their perfect beadwork
the hands of the artist
that crafted their display


November 20, 2009
Pembroke Hill School
Pembroke, NH

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