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time to be out walking
a wintermidst
while the sun is still somewhere
more in the moment
a creak of sky
tree took cockies
of the stream sung
the fungus stump
a lemonfall
team roar
all of a wattle time it was
smoke for the far ridge
safest of seasons
mud in the under
never quite leafless
will slow
as into the page, the picture
it leads the day to be
tuning fire as if to its spent age
creek secrets
where best kept
cattle quietly at
sky for an eye
here we go
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