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Amanda’s Forest

by Meg Smith

Green around her
and over her,
moon and night
only in white splinter.

She gives all.
Acid to the soil,
cotton in patches
to the blue flowers
in sprigs of nourishment.

A ring dissolves.
Wardens —
foxes, a quail, a rabbit,
all in hollow.

There is a road,
once noisy with light.
But here is where
the story awakens.

Copyright © 2018 by Meg Smith

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