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Walking in the woods
at dusk
just beyond the city limits
a snowy owl flies across my path,
reminding me just north of here
the forest still stretches
further than I could walk
in three days.
And I remember
in Cambridge
when you showed me
where motherwort
and plantain
grow on the banks
of the Charles --
This is how an empire crumbles --
burdock and wild carrot
take over vacant lots,
coyote edges into the suburbs,
stalking field mice
and feral cats.
Wild raspberries
reclaim the clearcuts,
aspen takes root
in burned out foundations
Every field
that was paved
will grow wild
once more.
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