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Bare Trees

Bare tree limbs
fragment white
hillsides, stained
glass windows
with no color,
no glass or panes.
Wind free to pass
through, trees
less frantic now
barren of leaves'
resistance, open
to see the other
side, feel north
wind cold on my
eyes wide open.

  Richard Dinges, Jr.