The pecan grove
In winter, the grove off 67Skip to next paragraph
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looks like a settlement abandoned -
all whistling wind and slow collapse,
splintered limbs sagging like rafters.
Invisible to winter, foretold in roots,
the paper shells and wreath-green leaves
will return, every tree a gift
bearing gifts, every emptiness filled.
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