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a little heartleap for home
here in the garden
grown to our height
and far surpassing
it's as if
I'd never been away
never been here before
as if
in this skin
first last
I could smell the song
as if
there were a pang
beginning of the thing let's say
I'm this much dust settled
so far sunk
I'm soil
on the ride along for
time not being
to anywhere particular
but of and in me
does it come to you?
might we be where it stops
just here?
then I'll be of the moment
here at the vanishing point
let me get it down
scent of these words for first light
how is it I never catch up with myself
here all beyond already?
it all grows up around me
every tree
comes to a top
however slant or bent
there's cloud
and all above that
the insects leap
for with-me itch
and who can blame?
they're home too
hungry
hello fellahs
what's roof but house hat
we come under
so sun says or rain
truth is a scrawl
is a scratch at the thing
and after it
things tumble
cicada sticks
with its shell
of once life
clings like a word
already spoken
to air and equally
we cling
to this page
for a wall
every beast is charmed
and breasted
with such songs
as these
and far surpassing
here in the garden
grown to our height
it's as if
I'd never been away
as if I'd never been here before
Your cicada song. I love it.
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