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The Woodland Pool
HB ( / Binghamton, NY, USA)

The Woodland Pool

Poem By Helen Buemi

Wings beat concentric circles upon
the dark surface of the Woodland pool.
Circles reaching outward, ever outward.
The struggle, futile against the elements,
beyond his power of understanding.
Death stills the butterfly's wings.
The pool restored to calm, the trees
reflect upon its dark surface

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