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Under the jungle-wood
resting on the rock
we hauled down
from Jack’s Pass,
tree limbs hover low, and
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brush my dirt-stained feet
as I stretch
into the mesh
of heathered sunlight
through the leaves.
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(c) 1982, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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This is a revision of a poem written in 1982.
Photo taken by my son, Jason Judd.