Nearly sunset

Traces of plants worked into my skin
Sitting in a moment
Trees flame gold and green
But the gray birch, eater of shade
Wind pricks goosebumps from my legs
Tea’s liquorice herbs scald pleasantly
White swallowtail bird flying

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