17.5.20
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Sunday and clearing
lost the lines where day will be
this is the dream gone on
call music
and here are the ladders
life in the cloud
among these loves
this more of a mist
and our little world’s
the everywhere
branching out
after a fair fall overnight
all that’s needed’s here
there are no hours
step in through the moment
how marvellous moist
sun shot through shows
there’s forage in the firstness
Sunday and clearing
things looking up
and tree much
in all the garden walks
glisten up and tail twitch, feathers
take a leaf from
no book at all
brief reconstitution
here’s life in the cloud
things looking up
this more of a mist
and our little world’s
the everywhere
branching out
call music
and here are the ladders
take a leaf
out of nobody’s book
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