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continuing not to fall
a summer piece
green
spark
I
thought it in a shade
of future bright
busy with a stillness
how quickly wilt
love calls
drought
in the birdbath
a visit – sip and wash
no
news between years
radius
of gardener
circumference
of day
imagine
for winter
fire
in a bottle
fire
in a box
but
in a leaf twirl
tinder
now
for
fear of smoke
he
she hose held
tethered
to get green
says where?
once waited
till the opera tuned
what I dreamed is gone
it
is a Sunday after all
bent
on conversation
to wear the evening on
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