For Robin Elena Hunt I saw a child standing in the grass soft arms raised finger pointing who

is there who is there a smile crests her face her lips dark eyes the grass bright green as tall as she in the distance black trees stir the sky who is there who is there pale flowers hold her hair she waits to begin or perhaps to end the black trees stir who is there who is there I saw a child standing

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