by Bill Eberle
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in this time
in June
my molecules have wandered so farand for so long to be herein time
and now in this time
small bunches of tiny leaveshave become green brancheswith healthy broad leaves
after rainwater coatstrunks branches limbs stemsthick bark and tender skinleaves everywhere drip
a sound to keep me
in tune