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In the Neighborhood of Burning Trees

ONE.

the smell of fallen maple,
frost and saw-
dust, after a little
a hurricane, leaves
left are burning in the
the dappled spokes of
a low-angle sun—
after a little hurricane
of blue smoke—
the smell of fall and
maples burning—



TWO.

     not because Palestine is                   [still]
     burning did the poet
     shuffle into the park.

     not because
     Jerusalem burns                               [alive]
     did the poet decide

     to memorialize                  [limbs hanging]
     the color of oak                         [with black]
     leaves in November                        [water]
     by calling them flames.
Posted 11/28/12
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