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first
lit
for
Anna and Peter in paradise
ridge
high
and
hauling up the morning
for
some of the tree-between is blue
calls
are all through it
each
is a singing we-are
first
lit
watch
lichen rock
cliff
left
moss
run dry
all
rise
and
no one weary with yet
nothing
said
even
buzz-by-ear
spring
insect does
and
later bees swarm
it's
vine tangle
dew
moist underfoot
first
lit
wings
catching sun to turn
it's
Gymea height of lily
it's
kangaroo paw
not
crimson quite
and
the animal herself
all
fur first worldly
politely
tilts a head
first
lit
ReplyDeleteIt is true
your poem
I have seen this