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Written by Rhonda Parrish / Artwork by Holly Eddy
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Camouflaged by leaves and branches,
I see her nevertheless
Her back pressed against the trunk
merging with it, blending
until I don't know where she starts
and the bark begins.
Her face and breasts
turned up toward the sun
as she breathes in
all the way down to her roots.
A smile alights on her lips,
like a butterfly on
a rose,
then is gone
as is she.
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