Reilly Flynn
Reilly is a Colorado-based poet.
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Atlas
The trees are laden,
bearing up
not that light, airy,
but a spring snow.
This isn’t retribution,
yet gravity,
Earth’s desire draws
despite these branches.
As sun’s melt works
a bird calls
and I have no answer but
to listen
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