A forest leaves a haphazard legacy.
A random monument
given the way trees germinate.
Not like wild horses painting the plains
with elegant strokes of black and brown.
It’s more like horseplay,
incomprehensible yet predictable
if we can only pin the numbers down
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Horseplay
31 Thursday Jan 2013
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