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Mandy Coe
| Machines bring sunlight |
| crashing into the jungle. |
| Sawdust rises |
| then settles on the lake so |
| fish leap and spit. |
| I don't walk on water, really |
| I tread light. |
| I open my green hands and feet, |
| spread them |
| like a deck of cards. |
| One time, the sap-spray |
| roared red. |
| Jesus ! Someone cried: Jesus ! |
| I ran on sky, on the rippled |
| reflections of trees, the spill of sunset. |