33. (seven lines)


Canals are straight, the water green,
still, and trees bend their heads
to buttress the rain-heavy air.

We walk in straight lines, the way
the wind blows, and the trees bow,
and the clouds stream,
listening to the thrushes sing.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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