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second continent

a Human, collected

Time without Spring (2020)

Where the tree

bends to ground

before freed

leaves at autumn,

and the brows

between waters

gape and desiccate

the drawn borders,

the known fates

will too drown,

the year’s fruit

spoil, aborted,

the soil turn,

death unburied,

and light dawn

no safe mooring.