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walking
in the after rain
a
Tuesday trickle mist singing
light
never to be repeated
falls
and
then the sun again
a proof
stand
on a leaf
set
beak to meditation
the
cleft and settle mist and clear
shows
up a valley fold
one
goes on from here
these
are the bones of my day
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