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summer with a flourish
for how to write a poem
enter
henspeckle
crow
Sunday again
we are making a breeze
of fine phrases
ache of yet the day before
go further
take in other selves
soak time
look up
leaf through
measure against
calendrical
live past
wait for the change
be primed
swing on the gate
and the day burns down
still here
this effort of words
to be beyond
beyond themselves
or seeing
all the rest
to otherside
to out the instance
truth and all
so beautifully
to fail
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