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two poems
morning meadow stroll
midst hat
with wings
and might be eagle
the dew till noon
where the deer departed
birchfall
and burrow stone
go for a slide
by moss
by fabulous fungus
all colour given by our star
where lightning
not the axe fell
and all the tricks of light
with someone is climbing
someone’s away
other eyes lit here
waft of honey yet to be
hear the forest shadows shift
wildflowers standing nameless to me
strange trees
uneven ground
trip hazards
comes then our house to top the hill
where all the ways are lost
out in this breath of fresh of air
a woodsthick deep
Tewksbury Hollow Road (T351)
imagine snow
Frost’s miles
to go
a birch in the
blue today
a blue up
and a pasture
roll
needle too
summer yet
a settling of
truck dust
at one point
someone’s chickens follow
trudge on
and that’s the
rhythm
lines of power
soldier through
a sunfall
tumble
at gallop the
deer
a breeze leaf
twirl lit
all these on
our way
the day keeps
giving along
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