hard light and dead ground
this country won't abide us alive
but on better days
the ocean beyond our reach
stretched and wrapped us in fog
just enough
to trap a few drops
on our leafless branches
enough
to drive our roots
into the loose sand
enough
to fashion our own dunes
and tap the hidden creeks
to give shade and bear fruit
more than enough
to share
this country wouldn't abide us alive
so we changed it
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