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7.78
20.iii.26
a tree
does birds
with twig perch
and till leaf along
if weather will be anything
each sentinel
see it’s up with
sky between all
a feather to the breeze
big can-we-call-it-smile?
and there will be
suspicions, cares
first light sets breakfast
off, we’d say
or time, like a silence
between
we watch
there’s all the sleepless
chat to bright
a kind of writing in the
vanish
gone as soon as sung
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