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Bark Beetles: a poem for boring beetles

Look closely at the filigree etched under the bark.

There's a story there.
A gallery of lacework incised by beetles 

Drawn in by the perfume of a forest on fire.

The scent of opportunity.

Inscrutable scrimshaw

Carved by beetles and their larvae.
Boring but not bored,
Busy breaking down old life to make something new,
A new generation, a new forest after the fire.

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