Postdiluvian

What if you believed?

That the trees were all sentient beings

And their falling leaves were thirst-stricken em•is•ar•ies?

Curling boats cupped and lovely

Or spare, lacy things let go before they should

To

The rippling surface of sunlit, unexpected

Apocalypse.

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