poem submitted to "Bite Size 137" poetry contest, Line Gauthier, sponsor, February 27, 2026
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bare fingers grasp~ the winter sky's cold scripture, ink-black and aching. Each branch a frozen psalm, waiting for spring's warm amen.
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