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Lower Life Forms

There are men who choose
to live

without trees.

You dreamt

that scattered wheelbarrows
covered the earth

like stones,

that flowers
broke

under the wind
that dusted

the water.

You did not believe

that your wife’s
shadow

looked like a tree

against the sun –
its wavering reflection

on the water,

its silhouette on her body
when you

threw her

into
the ocean.

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