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in a village
of the afternoon
one
day
the
seasons come
oblivious
wings to task
you
will half picture this
pond
in its fronded lap
creature
unseen
in
all the stream’s unravel
swim
and
the blue white spire
moon
towering too
a
folly of the wilds
here
hammocked like a question yet
lizard
slide scramble
vanishing
as daylight
how
harbour blue
but
nothing to touch
take
care how you come
how
you go
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