79
on
the afternoon round
frog of years past
still lives in the letterbox
cows are of their ancient motions
what knowledge
but the ancestral kind?
foliage reaches
clouds come still
I still scratch my way with a pen
hoping for new life
coming
to rest
or
mission:
not to freak out
the creeks stops
by
the sun shoots
through
other stars look
in
to see
how we've this little dreaming patch
and all this ragged striving rounded
as with epic sleep
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