Thursday, March 21, 2024

Nullo by Jean Toomer

 

Nullo

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A spray of pine-needles,
Dipped in western horizon gold,
Fell onto a path.
Dry moulds of cow-hoofs.
In the forest.
Rabbits knew not of their falling,
Nor did the forest catch aflame.

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