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Janette
Barnes
 What I will Give You Second Prize 2002 Poetry Contest (Also 3rd prize 2005 Poetry Contest for Hot Lemonade)
The scent of wet cedar,
the grain of hope
scattered each autumn to geese
stoking their long cries
towards migration −
keep these safe
as a fistful of round stones
out of the river
to drop in dark woods
when you go;
like a ring
in an old tale,
my gift may draw you
into the clearing
the green that breathes.
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