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Ditched Bottles

A poem by Steve Benson.

Ditched Bottles

Wind hums across
chipped glass lips
thrown through
scratchy hoops
of wild berries
near deer paths
that veer back
into a valley
where every May
the same apple tree
throws its white bouquet.

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