23.ix.22
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let’s visit the least corners of day
let spirit lead
where leaf is lost to
shadow
where wings fold
silence in
sit where it rises all
up around
(the singing in the
trees
the climb by claw)
follow as if into a
poem
least of day is
(nothing said)
where the track’s grown
under foot
(all fours)
there let’s not count
the hours come still
let’s picture ourselves
so reflect
it’s only the sun makes
shine
it’s only the clouds
make rain
it’s only we have been
making the way
where when
were you here before?
it only takes this
moment
we’ll never be here
again
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