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Limbs burned to black
ash that rises
in wisps, a wish
once again to reach
for sky and sun
and stars, my trees
crumble after
storms and gales,
a new pile to add
to my ever
smoldering pyre,
a prayer from pressed
palms, leaves flutter,
an unopened book.

  Richard Dinges, Jr.