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and we cried

wonderful trees
along the rim
of the Grand Canyon

touched
some

and listened

one of the trees
I touched
lurched
inside
me

absorbed
my grief

and we
cried

from Ann — 10 poems for my daughter — Bill Eberle

May 18, 2013

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