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an amazement of the
birds
welcoming self
home
firstly
and later
and still
in the main place
as imagined
stand all my doors
rough world delighting
trumpets out
spiders busy now
better real
home, so called
year almost determined
I try to remember the name of the book
made as much
from scribble from scratch
so my own gathering of dust and words
all these yet to complete
vast expanses
slept as
far and away
young clouds of the day’s first found
and Spring this beginning so
made as much from the telling of light
and all the to do
windows, doors
just then unseen
the wallaby thump
and far in to the day
eyes wide and wider
I keep on dreaming this
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