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A Poem: Backyard Trees 

a gift, inheritance is a blessing.

yet no matter what I say the

awkwardness

stinks up the conversations until our eyes avert to the backyard trees that are

my most valued possession.

big sage breathers with elderly fingers blowing

some self right back to me.

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  • A poem by Jennifer Hickey.

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