Shawn L. Bird

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poem-brisk March 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:14 pm
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My nostrils are bitten

by the brisk scent of pine,

invigorating, enervating in the rain.

I follow my nose

to two freshly felled stumps

and marvel that death can smell

so very much alive.

 

 
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