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By Anne Sexton (jane: page 27)

The summer sun ray
shifts through a suspicious tree.
though i walk through the valley of the shadow
It sucks the air
and looks around for me.

The grass speaks.
I hear green chanting all day.
I will fear no evil, fear no evil
The blades extend
and reach my way.

The sky breaks.
It sags and breathes upon my face.
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