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acorns spackle a plot
of grass, denting the earth
with such humble perforations

not one is destined to rootand

and yet their collective persistence,
their uniform, haphazard conglomerating
whets the fertile expanse
of the damp and formless ground

so many puncture wounds—

nature’s indeterminate
guarantee against finality

2017-05-09 16.02.44

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