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New poem by Anne Leigh Parrish

A multi-coloured canyon

Fire eats the forest
            Evergreens turn to ash
Water chokes the canyon
            Slopes fall under mud
Wind inhales the neighborhood
            Throws rafters to the ground

A woman gives her body out of hunger for the touch
Her private land is fertile where scattered seeds are sown

Abundance is
Husbanded,
Planned,
Discussed

Until all goes wild again
And yearns only for what
The heavens coyly know

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