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Lauren is a grove of ancient trees.
Around her is the hush before the word--
Unfinished, like a fluttering of wings.
Resisting words, she shelters wide-eyed things,
Easy in the twilight, as a bird
Nestles in against a cold, dark breeze.
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Nicholas Gordon
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