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in
a stillness
in a stillness
all my Sunday acre
a single page
one turns to read
by breeze
or pond unrippled
orchard yearning, and eyes up
here is a silence of birds
to branch all said
web is done
spider's retired
only blowfly won't believe autumn
brings summer wings
to buzz inside
'..pond unrippled', that is the picture of stillness, very vivid image; stillness made visible.
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