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Autumn
Leaves fall in soft mist,
Rainbows bleed into themselves—
Pastiche on the ground
New
Skin of sycamore,
Open alabaster arms—
Boys tattoo their names
Horizon
Under a starched sky
Tree branches gather snowflake —
Stretch, sprinkle, and fly
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Hugh Findlay’s writing and photography have been published worldwide. Nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2020 for poetry, and the Best Microfiction Anthology 2024, he is in the third trimester of life and hopes y’all like his stuff.
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