“Forest Floor in the Night of Day” by Jason Lee Miller

Forest floor in the night of day, she
Ponders posthumous whirligigs
Freedom ringing in resemblance of ears
You, me, he, she, we—conundrum
Tributaries tie them together, in part
Imperfectly balanced on the plane, they
Tremble, tribal trebles true to form
Call out comparatively close to home
To the forest floor in the night of day

-Jason Lee Miller

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