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this is not the woodsand wildlife is nottwo chipmunks scamperingacross the sidewalk the trees stand herein landscaped disordershrugging leaves withseasoned indifference approximating natureI tell myself as birdsthe real ones...

for Wendell Berry I see the treesyou’ve seen and knownpoised in mute witnessthe baled hay hunchedlike insatiable livestockgnawing its wayback to the earththe river muttering madlyits secrets swallowedunder the...