#1821 - a marvel at

 

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a marvel at

for wise surprise

 

collecting from

 

first up the sky

then all around

 

this is where we are

 

the vanish in a piano

these woods

none other than

birdsong

 

from all the rounds of

as in the wound

 

light through the trees

never gets old

 

call it non sequitur, the world

 

kookaburra here

as if meant

 

because we are turning

 

collect from

what won’t be known

 

keep guessing

 

day’s edge a lurk

and wink for it

 

it’s all the stars revolve for us

 

be far

wait till the dark

look up