Cobbs Hill
Rochester, NY
by Elani Spencer
The light green of summer sunlight
through canopies of waking trees
is a nostalgic shade of childhood.
I’m taller now.
Now I can smell the dewy remains of rainfall,
the sweet crackle of sap-covered acorns.
The trees have grown too, their roots
and trunks becoming thicker, more grounded,
pumping life
into the soil that feeds
every plant at Cobbs Hill.
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