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on the bucketing downs
of Byron
for Gina
in jungle of just where we happen
bring the bright patch
music of rain
make it a forest thereof
days like this
with what-you-like-fried
we saw the whales of the rain
it was all the world outside
a world in here as well
nostalgia
with the little leaping hound
bamboo for a nuisance
and all through glass
the weather goes
green as far as the eye
at the first sign of blue
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