Farmers market stalls
in newly arrived cold. She would crawl
into a Silva 

Cell to live among the roots
she never got to touch before going 

to hell and back
with a pail of structural soil. Would step 

over pervious
pavers to catch even a glimpse of you 

conversing with a large red
oak before another civil twilight breaks
apart light.

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