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HOLDFASTS The alpha oak is nearly naked. December gustsHave stripped the limbs and twigs. The lonely leavesAre few and ragged, weather-blown and grieving,Rebels, declining to be deciduous. Perhaps they prize their lofty privilege,Reluctant to take that reasonable releaseTo soar and glide and join their numberlessAnd lost companions clustered in thicket and hedge Awaiting dissolution. But… Read more