2264
7.71
13.iii.26
a lot
of stillness going on
in a little forest hiding
winter slant
forest of this that the
other
at its own throat
always falling to rise
breathless up then
nowhere else in the whole
wide
nothing to match
a cleft and tuck
grown its own way
with the weather
a little corner of the sun
and every day’s to light
some forest in my hiding
counting till ready or not
signatures left lying
to be’s to do today
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