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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Gina Ferrara


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The Tree with Three Nests

The year creaks forward
fledgling awkward,
stiff today though hardly atrophied,
or riddled with the burden of history,
fifty degrees colder than yesterday.

All the yellow leaves flurried
as cautionary, heart-shaped, left unraked.
Not one remains on the branch
a brittle pendulum,
acts of slight lacerations as it sways.