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AN UNFINISHED SIMILE From my train window I watch pass the musical bush. Its Eden-growth canopy an even-flow melody but punctuated in staccato time by near-dead trees, at attention. Their point is semi-brief. Other trees lie sideways, exhausted their music spent. There are stanzas now, of undead ...