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Laura Tuthall
"Loose Spine in Spring"
I had to let go:
hard, dense, tender
leaves just peeking out from
a smooth bark delta
on only one tree,
Willoughby Ave.
I wanted very badly
to take a reminder with me
I did not think I would retain
the crescent moon stained
with wavy clouds up between
fresh, shy branches.
I hesitated
not wanting to rob
a single leaf of chance.
I chose one so sheltered that
it may never see sunlight
anyway.
But it held on,
its structure still glued
to resilient, hydrated stalk.
Impressed, I looked up a last time
my skull loose on its fasten.
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