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a rooster
coo-ee
joy to see the
creek run
hear birds
above
road scoots off
sludge it
moss magnificent
and brighting
in the valley far
lily by pond
rise till
frogs of joy
for chorus
as up with
every tree
hear no barking
now
dial to the
grey –
it’s a gift
I’m an hour
before myself
new season
where we are
I’m adjusting
my day to this
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