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Inside My Hand There May Be Fruit: Two Poems by John Paul Martinez

the manner / in which the oaks nod to me it’s funny / I swear there are no magnets / lining my boots / maybe just a few nickels

Inside My Hand There May Be Fruit

—with the first line from a prompt created by Winter Tangerine

Tree Magnet