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green
(for ataraxia)
the story of sunshine
is all abounding
love when it stops in
through the rain
tin of the tap
grey roof
cloud gone
so the colours show
green of the grass
and leaf green up
lichen and moss
moist green
not much to us but what we touch
everything within its means
beginning here
beginning there
stories of how
a certain height was planted
grew sky tipped
leaf pointing
wings have twigged
nesting in the all-around
one can still remember the tune
here's an eye out for
and here are paws of on-the-way
the words forget us as we sing
I call this being-here
the garden
you see
what little gods we are
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