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cloudless,
drumming
all the trees get drunk
in toe socks stand
with a bamboo flute to tune
we have to hold them up
here’s unison
make a face
as if it were the sun
dancing up down with the mountains
deep diffident bow
streets are drunk
all join in
rise, tap, point up
as far as we are inland here
a conch to conjure the sea
make an earthquake cymbal crash
that’s just to have arrived
no need to imagine the heavenly bodies
just wait out the light of the day
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