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singing for
the birds
spring poem
season of
another world
a kind of
stretch and rise
to first this Spring
to call the
slant sun on
in a wilderness
of wishes
who’s to know we’re
here?
now dust time
off
and all to do
day flowers
so we have
arrived
I call the
fiction of eternity
there is only
this
be out and make
your midst
green through a
leaf to shine
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