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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.

something like hibernation

The parts of me that long to grow into spring
Are hiding fallow now, safe beneath dead leaves
I am a wisp behind a tree
A slip, here and not
Cobwebs for veins
Dotted with dew, silver filament
The bark bites until spring

-rjm
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