20.iii.21
447
2.79
maximum green
achieved
or
how flash
was your flood?
poem on the
equinox
deep shelter
house heart
dream built
works of the weather
our everywhere
creek like a road roar
the Bridge of Optimism rarely goes under
what if below the words
a clock growth
everything has a name
peak hour equinoctix!
a glimmer of remembered light
edging the curtains of day
to show
picture of a dry place
curls from its frame
higher and higher
up on the wall
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