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say spring!
so that we’ve
come to flower
now such
rising
bright the
rainleaf
equinocity
even the
stone puts out
a lichen
traipse
map to be
read
for music
a roof in
the afterfalls
fresh
rhythm!
all
singing for it
just as
will the glisten tip
duck under
weighted limb
gathered
to song
a
spangling, one might say
all the
season jollies
a beak in the
leaves of light
breath’s mist
yet
close
jewelled to the bud
we shine
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