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home and ghost
again
this is the not-yet-here day
stop and consider
slowly slowly
catch myself
winter
think a fire to feed
it’s dry
we wait to brim
take all the far for green then
and here’s where I don’t catch up with myself
…again
in my own time zone
acres thereof
breakfast to be
and slept till
so many of me
and most loved, tin
a little shaky
glad
ponds low
here’s the family feathered to
a little dance of trees
some fruited
and some frost bit
now all the secret world is home
say cast about
say strewn
today’s the day
that I’m not here
smoke fills the valley
no signs take
winter
so much to burn
this old world says
needn’t have
but here we are
among my wonders
rise
so stretch
let sunshine in
and wondering
slowly slowly
ready now
catch myself
wherever
it is
I fall
the shedbary!
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