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The three fork
trees are building the walls
the sun shows the stalls
leaves color the roof
along the path I hoof
damped footsteps resonate
wait and hesitate
in front a three fork
a forested torque
along the smallest path
with a homely lath
branches move aside
light rises a new tide
talking causes a blot
a small hidden spot
with a heavenly gun
a pond mirrors the sun
©Ellie Daphne 2013
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