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A blue stain
creeps across
the deep pile
of the evergreens.
From inside the
forest it seems
like an interior
matter, something
wholly to do
with trees, a color
passed from one
to another, a
requirement
to which they
submit unflinchingly
like soldiers or
brave people
getting older.
Then the sun
comes back and
it’s totally over.

This is such a slay, big big fan of Ms Kay Ryan. And the book itself is so much nicer than I thought it would be too! Bravo, snaps all around. I shall be working through these poems for the next forever now.