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Hollow Trees
by ellen

this morning they felled
another hollow tree
from a shallow place
of narrow, dry streambeds
and a lake empty of water
but full of brown
leaf-withered debris
like a bowlful of crumbled dust
cradled by the bare old oaks
their vast branches
reaching across a bitter-cold sky


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