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In full armor
fleeting green
turns pink, then
scarlet shucks
what must be
when muscled
oaks and elms
molt. Spines crack

dead skins leave
silhouette —
stretched fingers
veined with snow
tier winter birds

staggered like choir
they count round
chirps and caws
then howls — let go.


Susan Scott taught GED mathematics for many years before her return to the road. In search of home and poetry, she has lived in several cities and villages throughout the world. She currently resides in Portland, Oregon.

© 2019, Susan Scott

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