anatomical representation of the human soul

minnows flit in a sun-mottled stream
mosses grow on the stones
a sparse dog looks slowly upon the frozen earth she tucks herself in
there are the bones of children in our gardens

willow leaves sway, all the night, all the day
willow leaves scrawl ‘cross the sky

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