1897
6.70
11.iii.25
little wonder
how the tree
in the bird
becomes its own song
and casts for light
it’s just reaching
any tree will
all feathers and lovely
aloft
are purposes so far?
step out on a limb till twig
and sway
it’s all this sideways seeing suffices
and every bird’s in this
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