Following your long step
under the yellow birches,
I stitched our root-crossed path.

Falling through moss,
the turtle-backed earth of seasons,
I sank into you.

Tripping over crumbled spruce
nursing the next stand,
I trembled into my heart.

Wearing the embrace
of your old green sweater
I am lost.

Jamie O'Halloran

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