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watching
the light come on
and
the sliver moon up east
lines
come
broad
brush to me
dreaming
sun up
a
first guess like the day
come
into focus
duck
lift and dew clad
walk
to the light
to be
warm
shake
pony legs out
a
steady on
a
smoke scarf fresh mown
whiff
to it
here
in a year’s other half
wouldn’t
call it singing though
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