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Jane Hammons's avatar

They left when sheets of polypropelene rolled out across the once grassy track field. Gone, too, the hiss and rainbow arc of water from sprinklers. The geese altered their Rio Grande River migration path. Then one day returned. Honking. Confused. Hovering angry above the plastic sheen.

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Lisa Baird's avatar

The drone of tires on pavement, the muffled bark of a dog, and the crunch of dead grass beneath my sneakers float in the motionless, crisp air. The quaking aspens have lost their noisemakers, standing silent and bare.

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