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Black Walnuts

©V.Plut

Among fallen wood that smells of rot
Death and decay tell of what is not
Wind stirs the pot of trees
Red Tails wait and watch

Along my path
Purple leaves ride the stream
Into the mist about the bridge

Have you ever seen a hearse go by?

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V. Plut

V. Plut

Visual Artist/Writer https://www.flickr.com/people/vplut/

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