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home where I go
all afoot
it’s the forest in me walking
that’s where I have been
who calls?
the feral creek
and come next turning
see on beyond - a next
strange rain
neither falling nor can I
remember anyone’s name
hoops of vine
and watch where feet
catch you up
keep on
where no one
where nothing
remembers me
I don’t believe in the weather here
or ever walk alone
it’s the heights of limb
and leaf and wing
some heads are full of knowing
but that is not the point here
track’s middle is where
so to soil
and light comes last as well
still!
listen!
they know us by all dimensions
as of one breath we tell
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