Bones of Trees Over a Creek

You are only traffic inside traffic
as leaves stop circles in the creek       riding little waves
themselves pulse traffic veins           into themselves towards
pseudo-mind flow onward    to autumn’s browning meat     be orange
incandesce with a roaring     above     the ears turned inside-out

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