Shards glint
Moss drowses
Watch the smile slide off from vertices
Ash spasms in blue air a.m.
The root system lurks hid
As grass clumps hunker
Where there was a path a path was
Embers where
Rings of crinkled growth leaf sungen
And the noon brays cloudless
Empty teeth with arcs awry
One box with a cross on it was broke
The loam blown and gone all blown away
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