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a creek run
under
over fences out
this
is some sky come down
in
after days
in
second falls
and
now a sun for sparkle up
ancient
hours pale through
a
plank bridge
step
over
it
is singing foam
the
creek run
all
water falling
to
a sea
stones
hum with time
come
some for the unwitting wash
creep
up to drink
trees
show roots
come
snuffle and roar
till
next bright
everyone
knows the way
creek’s
where it’s run before
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