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some
vignettes
(a poem in stations like the land)
out of the little dew that fell
or last night's slight shower
everything glistens
jewels to the tip
now the sun's yay high
*
wallaby leans
with the land
crouches
ears to the near
and far
bends to turn
but stays
and still
when I blink
s/he's gone
*
the farmer has too many friends
and long before the invention
of velcro
*
showers
when least expected
courses of water
await
*
in the gloaming
loose boots of galosh
so toes require
now age deforms
eyes are apt
to half light
now the distance
bears them off
*
the poem
joins dots
but never
with straight lines
there has to be work
later on
*
under a roof
of my own device
in the weather
as it comes
among friends
and as country
welcomes
the reasons
for rejoicing
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