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The porcupine swishsteps 

across the road 


to saunter with unexpected 




the steep and snowy bank


leaving a trail like 

a zipper


or a creek that’s left 

its bed


eager to explore the peelings 

of its own hunger


as peace runs



amid the shifting quills 

of circumstance.

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1 comment

  1. Your poems often leave me speechless, moved, smiling and with a feeling of connection. Especially this one.
    Thank you, Tricia!


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