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Pruning With Kestrel
In the cold morning, from the end of the row, I can look across an empty field The valley feels small, despite any kind of distance We clip branches off, years in the drifts of sticks The willow wand whip of first year growth And yieldless branches of those older in age The sound of the wind A kestrel high on a post, comes and goes Watching, looks away As we make sense of the ways trees grow And what it is we want To feel, and to know
