Listening
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Hannah
6/30/20261 min read
Listening
by Hannah
We tap the maple trees in March
when the snow's still here but tired of itself,
going gray at the edges like an old sock.
My grandpa says you have to listen
to know when the sap is running —
not with your ears,
with something else,
and I don't have that yet
but I stand there anyway,
listening for nothing,
hoping it counts.