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Wood Chopping
by Lorraine Healy

Before long,
     the creek inside the wood
           bursts, starts running—

and with each axe-down
     the horses
           trapped inside the wood

stampede wide
     through the valley
           of wood
all are sorrels—

and the oranges
     tight inside the grain
           come tumbling,

they fill the barn with swallows;
     the rent wood and its camellias
           which float on the skin

of the creek of wood
     as it clefts
           as it pounds—

before long,
     the creek that was trapped
             the horses that hid

in the yes tight
     the wood
s flaming oranges


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