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High up in the branches
balls of branches, leaves
homes of the squirrels
covered in snow
one man’s trash another’s treasure
cobbled together beehives
balls to retreat to,
high up in the branches
no longer hidden by
the leaves of summer
even of fall
exposed in icy,
the cold of winter

January 3, 2008

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