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grateful again
poem for Lou Young
and to whom (?) one
asks
tank spirit?
sky fairy projection?
or
elements themselves?
rain’s an old trick
sky’s first to learn
all prayers stamped
‘return to sender’
a sodden rise
and foliage furl
hide in a crevice
out peer
for rain
and shine after
rise crops of an
incantation
rose tangle
all of us to glisten
gleam
it’s then the damp
birds sing to me
when it comes to the
music
I always know whom to
thank
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