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Gore Cove Track Series
whan that
Aprille…
hear the run of it
steps down into
these now days since
on the winter back sunshine
these are the ruins of all before
risen like moss to light
rootstumble
duck the fallen
turkey scratch
undertwig tumble
how silently the trees themselves
when not a lick of breeze
a tangle of clamber
mudskip
gull trudge ambiguous
someone high of these heavens
coming to land
green stone rainwhiff
the old footfalls
where mud maketh the boot
sun touching in a winter midst
the ghost white fungus frayed
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