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the neighbours’ trees
awake in a tangle of branches
breezeless, close, dry
by leaf, a window’s worth
how very first thing
unswayed, no tune
look in
a forest now
where paddock was
I borrow some light
for this
green deeper
all air south
and who can say
where this world turns?
the neighbours’ trees
shine out these asteroid
acres of mine
we’ll never know from where
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