1153
27.ii.23
4.58
when
you let the day in
all bets off
make with wings
be tuneful
because just now
we were full flight
take to heart
the little writing
amanuensis be
instance window
breeze and see
we could feel in worse shape
we’re here
have thought the dark of where it was
but ready or not
come out through the wall now
come after
here’s to bright treetops
here’s the clear breath of the world
just when you let the day in
where stars stood once
where cloud could
this now forever blue
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