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apostrophe to sky
how lovely in the after-rain
in sun, and all alive again
every leaf greener
much up with the tree
then fearless birds sit branches
nothing of earth can dare them down
but mud returns the worm
still grey our hopes of more
and there are stillnesses
so listen
now unknown mushrooms
grow humungous
a tin sky falls to every inch
and hear it in the rain
up with the trees
leaves all greener
soil singing
roads re-opened
the mist back on the mistletoe
a whole of sky event
as far as the eye receives
light thrown to no conclusion
every survivor of the dry
nothing grudges damp now
how lovely in the after rain
all of us imploring sky
dancing and singing
lilt just beginning
please please come again
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