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815
3.88
the trees are singing
on international piano day – the 88th
day of the year
they go far down
endlessly adjust
so many places have been
they bring the light to breezes
in all the sudden much
up sleepful, fifth branch
leaves, slugs, lady bugs
the valley glimpses
where ant
where possum went
birds imitate
we copy them
bright the sunshone
rainleaf’s lit
for stillness in the all turning
give hearts
and can we keep a tune?
and are we up with this?
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