2307
7.114
25.iv.26
when I
was a tree
is it
so long since
when you
were
this
was an effortless thing
and
all the choices of heaven put out
with
cloud and falls of leaf
with
light
when
we were seed
and
sought a sky
then o
then, mindless
upwardly
mobile
traffic
of paw and claw
of up
cargoes into night
all
directional the day
much
lived in we were
ask
the bird
as off
on a wish, let’s say
the
world ran shabby round
nor true
nor false
but all
between
rain
to jewel tip
if a
sun
that
was when we shone
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