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all for the light, this reaching
Gore Cove Track Series
it’s in the
stem
it’s in the
leaf
it’s every
ant must inch along
and these
are not the least
brush turkey
heap scratching
shy for a
chick
these are
unremembered days
all for the
light this reaching
a down delve
for the dark till too
and the eye?
in all, how
else?
hardly here
at all, a glimmer
words come
waking
there’s
nothing needs a name
but still,
for light, the reaching
sky is the picture
of time
clouds travel
clouds are
gone
night falls
to us
the breath
goes on
it’s in the
thick
we see how
far
the stone at
chore
the seed
unseen
yet breaking
soil
creek’s slow
then still then vanished
there’s
nothing said at all
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